Closed Just what the doctor ordered (Tsaba)

[Aleron Mangrove]

Timestamp: Spring 89th, 513AV

Waiting just by the docks, at the mouth of the pier, Aleron smiles as he notes the arrival of a good sized merchant ship. The ship, not exactly huge, but certainly larger than most he'd seen - somewhat similar to himself, in that regard. If he knew more about ships, he'd know it to be a Fluyt, but, even not knowing that, he's fairly certain of what's inside, what its cargo happens to be. No trickery here, he simply asked what sort of day and time the cargo ship supplying the general store arrived, being told that it was on this day, the merchant very routine, punctual with these deliveries. Hoping to get a chance at some potentially rare medicines, if the ship has them, or, really, any medicines he can get his hands on, hoping to get a better deal from the merchant ship its self than at the store, hoping to cut out the middle man.

To pass the time, as he sits on the docks, to ensure his short patience doesn't get the better of him, he makes sure to occupy himself, practicing, tracking the auras of those around him, as many as he can at any one time, stopping when the auras seem to blur together and he can't make them out, not putting enough effort in to strain himself, but enough to occupy his mind, keep him active, even if it doesn't really help him stretch his abilities to new heights, happy to just be doing something. When the auras seem to blur together, and he has difficulty keeping track of each individual one, he stops, and starts again.

However, now, watching the ship draw up to the docks, he smiles, the thing taking his full attention. He's got a good feeling about this one, perhaps it'll have a nice variety of herbs, some Tulja poultice, maybe some Rugberry tea, among some more standard herbs... He allows his mind to wander over the herbs he knows, naming them in his head where he can, listing off their uses alongside them, to keep himself occupied, gaze not leaving the ship. In fact, he's so held by the prospect of the various herbs that may or may not be on the ship, that he doesn't notice anything off until the ship bumps into another - just a slight bump, enough to make him wince, but his eyes widen as he sees a man whack into the side of the boat, and then roll over the edge of the thing. Before he lands in the water, he's already on his feet, dashing along the pier, long strides eating up the distance.

A pair of sailors jump off the ship after the main, to get him to the pier, Aleron now as close as he can get to it. He shakes his head a little, obviously concerned for the mans welfare, frowning as he watches them draw the man closer, trying to get him onto the pier as carefully, patiently as he can, once he's close enough.

[Tsaba]

Tsaba wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but neither was she in any hurry. She wandered along the dock, taking in the sights. She'd gone through Zeltiva once before, of course, but she was a kid then, and hadn't paid much attention. This was really the first time she'd spent time on a dock. It was so.. chaotic. Men carrying cargo on and off ships, getting in each others' way. When she saw two ships physically crash into each other, sending a man over the side, she had to stifle a laugh. Did that sort of thing happen often? Served them right, really. Even the force of the landing probably knocked him up quite a bit. The other sailors must have been embarrassed about it, because they all moved to get the man out of the water.

It was three steps later that it struck her that the man who'd fallen overboard wasn't Nuit. He could easily drown, especially if the fall knocked him silly or broke a few bones. She rushed toward the accident, but knew better to get in the way of the sailors who clearly knew what they were doing; instead, she hovered uncertainly on the edge of the small but gathering crowd, waiting to see what would happen and whether her help was needed.

Should've paid more attention to Craun's medical lessons.

[Aleron Mangrove]

Aleron, once the fallen sailor reaches the pier, helps him up, and lays him out gently on his back. He appears conscious, no gashes to the head, or indeed anywhere on his body, but the intense pain the man seemed to be in when moved, and even now, gives him pause not to write this up as the patient being fine, and a frown furrows his brow once more.

He focuses his Djed, with a patience, an effort born of practice and training, focusing on the mans chest - which he tries to clutch at, only to have his hands carefully kept away, held to the floor. First focusing on this single aura, ignoring the others around him, he begins to focus his sight more and more specifically, looking for oddities, anomalies, anything that seems out of place in the blood flow, in the structure of bone and muscle. After a little time, perhaps half a minute of serious focusing, he finds what he's looking for- a little internal bleeding, and what seems to be some sort of break in the rib. He doesn't take the time to be more specific than that, moving to slide an arm under the mans shoulder, his sense of smell and sight seeming duller than he remembered, not as sharp, as well as the beginnings of fatigue. He dismisses this for now, and moves to lift the man, as gently as he can. "I need help getting him to the infirmary!" He calls out to the crowd at large, voice booming out of his rather large frame, hoping to get some sort of assistance with moving the man - he could probably make it, but it'd be a struggle, especially in his abruptly weakened seeming state.

[Tsaba]

Tsaba watched the man lay out the wounded sailor and recognised what he was doing immediately. It had been a long time since she'd seen a healer focus their djed on a wounded, living human, and even longer since she'd done it herself, but she was still a healer's child. Should she help? No, the man was clearly more practised at it, and she'd only get in the way. Instead she glanced between the faces of the sailor and the healer; one screwed up in pain, the other in concentration.

The sailor's wounds weren't immediately fatal; even without knowing what they were, she could tell that from the healer's expression. But he also needed attention, and the healer wasn't pulling out any tools.

"I need help getting him to the infirmary!" the healer called.

"I'll do it," Tsaba responded immediately, stepping forward out of the crowd. She wasn't exactly a great healer but she knew how to move a wounded person. That was something you picked up really quick in a healer's home if you didn't want to be tossed onto the street.

She ignored the man's weight as she lifted with all her strength and almost laughed at the memories of disapproving scowls of her superiors that rose in her mind. They would be scolding her, the impulsive little child, for abusing a fresh body like that. Didn't she show that bodies cost money? She should temper her strength, and take care not to tear her shoulders. You are not human any more, silly girl. You must recognise your limitations. But Tsaba's shoulders were, in the big scheme of things, replaceable, and the sailor's body wasn't.

"So," she said to the healer, as she positioned her hands to better share the weight with him, "which way is the infirmary, exactly?"

[Aleron Mangrove]

Aleron gives her a nod of thanks as she steps over, hardly unused to Nuits, giving a faint, quick smile. His expression is otherwise hard, a faint frown as he stands there, helping adjust the man so that they're sharing his weight, perhaps a little more generously than he would have if he wasn't feeling fatigue from some overgiving. "You got him?" Aleron asks once he feels comfortable as is, probably having to stoop, considering his height. If she gives any sort of affirmative, he gives a nod and a plain, "It's this way. Towards the university." Nodding in the vague direction they should be heading, would be heading, a faint, "Let's go, then." Accompanying him as he starts to walk.

He takes a pace as brisk as he dares, without making himself too likely to trip up, stooping as he is, the three figures moving down the divide between West street and East street, themselves words apart, but only divided by a short distance geographically. Aleron pays them no mind - it's a sight he's seen before, and will see again. He can afford to miss it this once, concentrating on keeping his breathing even, the man they're moving around groaning and moaning in pain. He appears unwilling to let growing short of breath stop him, and struggles on, although his pace begins to diminish some as they get closer to their destination.

He, perhaps, could stand to take a few tips from Tsaba's superiors as well, all but keeling over as he passes the man along, upon reaching the infirmary, with a wheezed, "Internal bleeding, got him here quick as we could." The recipient of the patient, a medical student who happened to be handy, doesn't waste the time taken to ask how he got such information, instead calling for assistance from the staff, who move to swiftly help the sailor, while the pair that delivered him are left as they are, Aleron catching his breath, gulping down lung fulls, eyes closed for a few seconds.

[Tsaba]

Tsaba could hardly fail to notice the healer's condition as they moved. It had been a long time since she had felt the effects of overgiving herself; not because she was particularly good at Auristics, but because she hardly ever used them any more for more than a few seconds at a time. But he didn't stop, so neither did she.

She was too busy trying to get the man to hospital as quickly as possible to pay much attention to the world, or the people, around them. Nobody got in their way and that was what was important. As soon as they handed the groaning man over to medical professionals, and forgetting for a moment that she had no idea how local humans would react to such a thing, she put a hand on his shoulder. "You need to rest," she said, "before you hurt yourself. How badly have you overtaxed yourself?" With a slight smile, she added, "I'm called Tsaba, by the way. Would've been nice to meet you under better circumstances, but..."

[Aleron Mangrove]

Aleron simply stands there for a moment, hands on his knees as he catches his breath, moving to lean on the wall after a moment. "Just... Out of breath." He manages after a few seconds, taking a short half minute or so to pull himself together, before he adds, "Things look a little less... Sharp than usual." Before he shrugs slightly, giving her a faint smile, "Disconcerting, but, it'll pass." He says finally, hoping this'll be fact and not simply wishful thinking.

He gives another nod to her, another faint smile, extending a hand towards her. "Aleron, good to meet you." He says lightly, looking fairly tired, even after catching his breath, worn out. "Thank you for your help, by the way, I appreciate it, I'm sure that sailor will, too." The medical staff busy themselves around the man, giving him some form of painkiller, then making a neat incision, suturing up the internal bleeding. The rib break is only a fracture, nothing too severe, and they sew him back up neatly afterwards, no doubt a fair amount of blood loss, but he'll recover with plenty of time. The whole operation would take just short of half an hour.

Aleron remains silent as he stands there, unless she carries the conversation, slightly slumped as he leans against the wall, eyes closing for a few minutes at a time, unless she speaks to him, carrying the conversation, but he remains otherwise quiet, exhausted as he is.

[Tsaba]

Tsaba took Aleron's hand with a slight frown. It had been a long time since she'd needed to worry about human needs, and even longer since she'd needed to pay much mind to the results of overgiving. People fell victim to it on Sahova too, of course, but she hardly ever made use of enough magic to risk it herself, and when somebody else did it really wasn't her concern. But she did know the risks and she'd seen more than one person simply disappear after a particularly nasty case.

"You are not 'just out of breath'," she said firmly, automatically lapsing into her old 'healer knows best and will hear no argument' tone. "You need food and water, and rest." That last part was a guess, based on what used to make her feel better. But she didn't remember passing any restaurants on the way to the infirmary. She could try a market, of course, but she didn't want to leave him alone for the amount of time it would take to find food there. And she didn't carry any of her own. She never needed it. She instead handed him her waterskin. (She didn't really need water either, at least not in the same way that mos people did, but it had a lot of uses.) What more was she supposed to do for someone in his situation? Make sure he didn't fall asleep? Was that a thing, or was that for head injuries? She should've paid more attention. Well, it couldn't hurt.

"So you're a healer, I'm guessing?" she asked. "It's been a long time since I've seen Auristics used like that. Do dramatic things like this happen often here?"

[Aleron Mangrove]

Aleron gave her hand a light shake, before releasing it once more, nodding faintly as he listened to what she had to say, a slight grin tugging at his lips when she uses such a tone with him, used to the sound of it, but not so used to it being used on himself. "I was intending to do so, I don't feel too bad, for now, at least. I'll ask for a meal at the Grotto before I turn in." He gave a smile and a nod of thanks as she hands him the waterskin, adding a polite, "Thank you, Miss." After he's had a sip, trying to pass it back to her.

"A healer, yes, medicine and such. Nothing too complex, but enough to help out in a pinch." He said after a moment, nodding and giving another smile. "Just the ordinary kind, no mark." He added afterwards, apparently used to people asking this as a follow up question. In response to her question, he chuckled slightly, shaking his head, "Not too often. Accidents happen, though, bound to, with so many people in such close proximity to each other." He shrugged and glanced about for a moment. "I doubt they'll want us hanging around here, shall we?" He asked with a slight smile, moving to make his way out, if she doesn't make some sort of objection.

[Tsaba]

Tsaba hooked her waterskin back on her belt and followed Aleron out. Even if she wasn't curious to learn more about him, it still probably wouldn't be a good idea to leave him on his own until he recovered a bit. She hoped she wouldn't have to carry his unconscious weight back to the very infirmary that they were leaving.

"I used to be a healer's assistant," she said conversationally. "Never learned much of the art myself, though. Auristic diagnostics was about as far as my skills went in that area." Not that diagnostics were all that difficult in Sunberth, where it was mostly a question of exactly how many bones were broken or whether the guy in the drunken stupor was likely to wake up again. "Do you have a... a healing clinic?" she asked, not entirely sure how things were done in Zeltiva. Was everyone just sent to the infirmary? Or would Aleron have a little business in his front room, like Craun had? Without anywhere else to be, she followed him down the street.