Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Carver Amell]

He winces, then, sorry for having overslept that badly. "Okay. Sorry. Thanks."

[Isabela]

It was Bethany's turn in the healing clinic; however, when she sees Brianne skulking about, she excuses herself for lunch and heads to meet the catfolk in the back alleyway. And she's immediately glad she did, too, for Brianne has brought a friend.

The woman has darker skin than any of the villagers in Golden Shores had, though that doesn't mean much in a place as cosmopolitan as Nyra. She wears a blue bandanna, and her hair is ragged and messy, and she has a confident, cocky smirk on her face, and a real light in her eyes, but none of that matters half so much as the fact that she has the widest hips and firmest behind Bethany has ever seen. And that doesn't matter a moment later, as the woman smiles at Beth -- winks at Beth -- sees her. 

"They tell me you're a good healer?" she asks, and her voice is a velvet purr against Bethany's soul.

[Bethany]

"I heal very good, yes please," Beth says in a slightly breathless voice. "Need you to heal- I mean... do you need me to heal you? You look..." She swallows, flushing. "Ummm. Healthy. Very." Oh my gods, please, can I do this last ten seconds over? Please?

[Isabela]

The woman doesn't seem to mind her tripping over her tongue to land in a pile of drool. She holds out a hand to shake, saying, "Captain Isabela, formerly of the Siren's Call. I'm in a bit of a pickle, one of my men's hurt in the kind of ways I don't want to bring guard attention to, if you get my drift. Got a few to look him over?"

[Bethany]

Focus damnit! Someone is hurt, stop perving out and act like a healer. A steadying breathe and Beth nods. "Yes, of course. Lead the way."

[Isabela]

"Great."

As she leads, the woman makes small talk: "So, where'd a cute little muffin like you come from?"

[Bethany]

"Muffin?" Bethany squawks, insulted- and a little disappointed that this gorgeous woman thinks she's a 'cute little muffin.' Well, cute isn't so bad but- "Golden Shores. It's gone. We live here now. How about you?"

[Isabela]

"Isabela doesn't have a home, cute stuff," she says, with a winning smile. "Once you get my man on his feet, I'm leaving town."

[Bethany]

Of course she's into men. All the goods ones are straight. "What's the nature of his illness or injury?" she asks, trying to get her head back on topic. And off that sway. Damnit!

[Isabela]

"I'm not sure -- I found him unconscious. I'm hoping he can tell me who jumped him. Nobody fucks with my crew and gets away with it for long." She winks at Beth -- winks!

[Bethany]

"I- I see. Ah. Well. What kinds of injuries does he have?" Bethany asks, hating that she's flushing again. 

[Isabela]

"He's been beaten, badly. He won't wake up." Her tone sobers briefly, but she forces a smile back on her face. "I'm sure you can handle it."

[Bethany]

Bethan hisses softly. "I- yes. Does he- well, does he have all of his limbs? Head trauma? Poisons or toxins?"

[Isabela]

"Yes, possibly, and I have no idea." She swallows, her smile growing a tad forced. "I came right to the temple from getting him somewhere safe."

[Bethany]

"...alright. I can help with beatings and other trauma."  Limbs I couldn't do. Head maybe, if it's not too bad. Toxins... I could buy time until Bri could fetch Dad. But maybe they don't need to hear that right now. "We should pick up the pace," she suggests.