Timestamp: 15th of Fall, 511 AV
Location: Common Sleeping Quarters
Purpose: Cugacon’s Healing
Kavala followed the groom up the steps after calling out orders to the staff about the two stallions. They would either live of die by the hands of the Sanctuary folks, and there was nothing she could currently do about it. The Healer was tired, exhausted even, both from the battle and from healing the two stallions enough to get the four of them home. She’d considered abandoning Silk on the grass, but the big stallion was worth more to her alive for the future he’d bring her breed so long as she could keep him alive and his breeding ability was intact. Even if it wasn’t, as a gelding and warhorse, he’d be invaluable.
She’d never thought the stairs looked so big, so high up, as she climbed them wondering how the groom managed to drag Cuga upwards, half slung over his shoulders. They decidedly needed ground floor living or at least a way to get people who were prone into quarters that went DOWN not up for ease of transport. Kavala wondered all this anxiously as she paused to gather hot water and towels to take to the third story with her. She’d have to clean Cugacon up first, as she’d asked the staff to do for the stallions, and then then assess him once more to see how far he was. She knew he had broken bones, a dislocated shoulder – which she’d need Aweston’s help for – and probably herbs to speed what she simply couldn’t deal with currently.
Once Aweston had him down, Kavala carefully stripped him of any clothing and armor left. Once he was nude on the bed, Kavala carefully gestured to Aweston… “Hold him down.” She said, then grasping his dislocated shoulder, she shrugged both shoulders forward in a circular pattern, attempting to rotate the shoulder blade around and back into the joint. She did so gently at first then with more violence until she heard a ‘click’ as the joint slipped back into place. Nodding, she thanked Aweston and grabbed a towel and began to clean Cugacon.
He was bloody. There was no doubt about it. Some of the things he wore protected his skin, but anywhere skin was exposed there was some sort of wound. She tried not to think of how much pain he would be in when he awoke, instead, choosing to work quickly to get him past as much of it as she could before he woke up.
First she started on the broken leg, tapping her gnosis and gently massaging the bone fragments of the compound fracture back into place. Once the bone was healed and the pierced skin sterilized, she knitted the tissue back together until it was smooth over his leg. She discovered another dislocated bone, his big toe, and set that back into place. A sprained knee and ankle – same leg – were mended and she worked upwards, fixing a deep cut on his inner thigh very near his manhood. His pelvis had stress fractures in it rather than breaks, but she healed those over as well, traveling upwards to where no less than three ribs were cracked, one puncturing his lung.
Cugacon should have been dead.
Exhausted already, she healed the ribs and repaired the lung, before moving onto his arms. He had a slight sprain in one wrist that she left alone in favor of healing a broken wrist. A few blows to his head and resulted in swelling on his brain and that scared her most of all. She soothed the damage, knowing it wouldn’t ease his pounding head for a few days and finally stepped back.
He was still mess… but the cuts and bruising could wait. What wouldn’t wait was medicine. Kavala knew very little about Akalak physiology. She knew what drugs to give humans and konti based on what she’d studied at the opal temple. But in terms of the Akalak, there was some question how certain herbs effected them. Regardless though, Kavala decided try some things she’d been saving for special occasions.
First, when she’d come to Riverfall, Kavala had met Chigavni, a Charoda trader who’d given her Demavru. It, along with a selection of herbs from the sea that Kavala knew of but had never had access too was supposed to safely speed healing and kill off pain at the same time. The Charoda, whom Kavala had never met one of its race before, wasn’t sure how it worked on Akalak, but had assured Kavala that it was effective on Konti, Humans and Kelvic. At the time, that was all Kavala was really interested in.
Still, It was worth a chance. The Konti went downstairs, carefully unearthed the dried drug, turned it into a tincture in her lab by boiling it with water then distilling the water out using her philtering lab, and brought the resulting eyedropper filled with medicine back up the stairs to where Cuga was laying prone. Mind numbing, speeding healing, and pain reducing… it should fix Cuga up enough that Kavala could wake him up and get some food into him. The Konti yawned as she forced his prone lips open and gave him what she judged was a fair dosage for his size and weight. Then, carefully, she set the bottle aside and leaned back, exhausted herself, wanting nothing more than to sleep. The communal bed was huge, far large enough for multiple people in the style of the Drykas, so Kavala slipped forward, curled up against Cugacon’s side, and drifted off to sleep.
Absently she knew she should go downstairs; check on how the stallions were doing, and what action was being taken for them. But she knew, deep in her core, that the team downstairs was top knotch and would be taking good care of the horses. Up here, she needed rest just as much as Cugacon did. If she was going to be any good to him, she’d need a few hours of sleep at the very least… and so she let herself drift off, curled against the man she couldn’t decide whether to hate or love.
Location: Common Sleeping Quarters
Purpose: Cugacon’s Healing
Kavala followed the groom up the steps after calling out orders to the staff about the two stallions. They would either live of die by the hands of the Sanctuary folks, and there was nothing she could currently do about it. The Healer was tired, exhausted even, both from the battle and from healing the two stallions enough to get the four of them home. She’d considered abandoning Silk on the grass, but the big stallion was worth more to her alive for the future he’d bring her breed so long as she could keep him alive and his breeding ability was intact. Even if it wasn’t, as a gelding and warhorse, he’d be invaluable.
She’d never thought the stairs looked so big, so high up, as she climbed them wondering how the groom managed to drag Cuga upwards, half slung over his shoulders. They decidedly needed ground floor living or at least a way to get people who were prone into quarters that went DOWN not up for ease of transport. Kavala wondered all this anxiously as she paused to gather hot water and towels to take to the third story with her. She’d have to clean Cugacon up first, as she’d asked the staff to do for the stallions, and then then assess him once more to see how far he was. She knew he had broken bones, a dislocated shoulder – which she’d need Aweston’s help for – and probably herbs to speed what she simply couldn’t deal with currently.
Once Aweston had him down, Kavala carefully stripped him of any clothing and armor left. Once he was nude on the bed, Kavala carefully gestured to Aweston… “Hold him down.” She said, then grasping his dislocated shoulder, she shrugged both shoulders forward in a circular pattern, attempting to rotate the shoulder blade around and back into the joint. She did so gently at first then with more violence until she heard a ‘click’ as the joint slipped back into place. Nodding, she thanked Aweston and grabbed a towel and began to clean Cugacon.
He was bloody. There was no doubt about it. Some of the things he wore protected his skin, but anywhere skin was exposed there was some sort of wound. She tried not to think of how much pain he would be in when he awoke, instead, choosing to work quickly to get him past as much of it as she could before he woke up.
First she started on the broken leg, tapping her gnosis and gently massaging the bone fragments of the compound fracture back into place. Once the bone was healed and the pierced skin sterilized, she knitted the tissue back together until it was smooth over his leg. She discovered another dislocated bone, his big toe, and set that back into place. A sprained knee and ankle – same leg – were mended and she worked upwards, fixing a deep cut on his inner thigh very near his manhood. His pelvis had stress fractures in it rather than breaks, but she healed those over as well, traveling upwards to where no less than three ribs were cracked, one puncturing his lung.
Cugacon should have been dead.
Exhausted already, she healed the ribs and repaired the lung, before moving onto his arms. He had a slight sprain in one wrist that she left alone in favor of healing a broken wrist. A few blows to his head and resulted in swelling on his brain and that scared her most of all. She soothed the damage, knowing it wouldn’t ease his pounding head for a few days and finally stepped back.
He was still mess… but the cuts and bruising could wait. What wouldn’t wait was medicine. Kavala knew very little about Akalak physiology. She knew what drugs to give humans and konti based on what she’d studied at the opal temple. But in terms of the Akalak, there was some question how certain herbs effected them. Regardless though, Kavala decided try some things she’d been saving for special occasions.
First, when she’d come to Riverfall, Kavala had met Chigavni, a Charoda trader who’d given her Demavru. It, along with a selection of herbs from the sea that Kavala knew of but had never had access too was supposed to safely speed healing and kill off pain at the same time. The Charoda, whom Kavala had never met one of its race before, wasn’t sure how it worked on Akalak, but had assured Kavala that it was effective on Konti, Humans and Kelvic. At the time, that was all Kavala was really interested in.
Still, It was worth a chance. The Konti went downstairs, carefully unearthed the dried drug, turned it into a tincture in her lab by boiling it with water then distilling the water out using her philtering lab, and brought the resulting eyedropper filled with medicine back up the stairs to where Cuga was laying prone. Mind numbing, speeding healing, and pain reducing… it should fix Cuga up enough that Kavala could wake him up and get some food into him. The Konti yawned as she forced his prone lips open and gave him what she judged was a fair dosage for his size and weight. Then, carefully, she set the bottle aside and leaned back, exhausted herself, wanting nothing more than to sleep. The communal bed was huge, far large enough for multiple people in the style of the Drykas, so Kavala slipped forward, curled up against Cugacon’s side, and drifted off to sleep.
Absently she knew she should go downstairs; check on how the stallions were doing, and what action was being taken for them. But she knew, deep in her core, that the team downstairs was top knotch and would be taking good care of the horses. Up here, she needed rest just as much as Cugacon did. If she was going to be any good to him, she’d need a few hours of sleep at the very least… and so she let herself drift off, curled against the man she couldn’t decide whether to hate or love.
