by Sahashkalila on April 24th, 2012, 7:15 pm
Kalila took in the severity of the situation upon her arrival to the scene, several of the faces familiar if she had not personally met all of them. She gave a distracted smile to the young man who greeted her, extending her hand to him quickly before she tried to move around him to attend to Roka. Pleasantries could be exchanged later. Unfortunately she was stopped by a bony hand on her shoulder, gripping her painfully tight. She turned her attention back to the young man, her eyes narrowed in displeasure as he held on to her.
"Ssssssee that you sssssse me after your treatment, we have wordsss to ssssspeak, I think."
For a brief moment, she allowed panic to seep into her expression before she calmed herself, anger over riding her panic. This...boy, had just threatened her with her own secret, and her eyes narrowed in anger, her lips pressed into a thin line. "I look forward to it,"she hissed at him, shrugging his hand off of her shoulder and turning her attention back to Roka, who did not look exceptionally pleased to see her. His words seemed to reflect his mood, even though they were not harsh.
She nodded to Chamaeleon before she knelt down in front of Roka, wincing at the sight of his injuries. His face was bloodied and bruised, his lips split along with a cut on his cheek. His torso didn't seem to fair much better, she could see a cut along his collar bone along with some colorful bruises that were developing. She slid her bag off of her shoulder and reached out a hand to gently lift his face up to hers, her brows creased in worry. "Roka....you are hurt, and I will come at any time to help people that I care about,"she said softly, knowing that his pride had been hurt just as much as his body. She then began to pull out her supplies from her bag, wetting a small cloth with some of the water from her water skin to gently clean his face. "Thiss will ssting a bit,"she said before she placed the cool rag against his cheek, cleaning the dirt and blood that was there.
She did not know what happened to him, but it made her angry that people felt the need to hurt him like this, her lips setting into a thin line. She set the rag aside and then began to remove what remained of his shirt, gasping as the bruises were revealed underneath. She did not say anything though, instead nibbling on her bottom lip before picking up her rag again and gently cleaning the thin cut on his collar and shoulder. Once she was done she pulled out the salve that she had made earlier that day and the roll of bandages, opening the bottle and smearing some on her hand. It wasn't particularly pleasant, but it smelled of mint and would help his body relax from the bruises that he had received. She then began to rub it into his skin, mindful of his winces when she hit some particularly sensitive spots. After a few minutes of this, she then dabbed some onto his face in hopes that the warming salve would help there as well and make him more comfortable. She then wiped her hands with the rage and began to bandage him up so the salve would not wash off or get wiped away, making sure that she got the cut on his shoulder as well.
She did not know how long that they had been sitting there, but she sat back with a sigh, admiring her handiwork and nodding. "You are lucky that you did not need sstitchess, Roka,"she said with a small frown, packing up her things before checking him one last time. "But thiss ssalve sshould help you feel better and easse your musscles, and I'm going to inssisst that you resst."
