"Who goes there!!"
She startles as one of her kin approaches and grabs her by the shoulders....
It happened
so quickly, she didn't have much to say to anyone, and by the time the next dawn rose, she prayed to Estel she had trained Altinwyn and Arwe well...just in case
.
It began the previous evening when she came bringing fresh herbs from the lower storage, into the upstairs clinic when she was faced with Percy and his orc recruit. To whom she still yet to learn his proper name.
At sword point she was questioned, and then promptly told no one shall remain in the clinic. Staff…or patient. But where were they to go? Thankfully there was a place…
In the cold of the snow fall the orc guard and, the healer and one other witness to the murders at the church brought the wounded and sick to the house of Losseniel- the makeshift safe house and secondary store clinic during the Qadir invasion. With it's hidden stock, and access beds and cots in case of any new emergencies, it stil stood waiting, ready, anticipating the call to duty again. And so it had come. Their preparations held true as it's door opened to receive the helpless victims.
With her two assistants, the healer set to work.
Under their combined care the people were placed in beds and Lithiel worked for the next few hours preparing all the medicines and tools needed. She gave Arwe and Altinwyn instruction to look after them as she then departed into the street to find her employer and perhaps some answers as to why the clinic was suddenly a target again.
It was cold, and the streets empty and soundless... it was unsettling. She walked with a spring of wariness in her step..
Only to be intercepted by
fate.
"
Lithiel!!!"
Hands held her fast by her shoulders and she stared into the expression of a friend once again asking for her help. From the cold streets the healer was spirited away by cloak and dagger- and brought before someone she never imagined would need her.
In the glow of a hearth by threat at first of death she approached the "
traitor"-
"Heal our Prince, Elf.."
And so she was ensnared, but
not entirely
unwillingly. Her thoughts were always with the people and the friends she forged- and if they needed her,
then so be it. She prayed her companions could hold out back at her home, this would not be the first time Lithiel was stolen away for a period of time..
Yes. She'd taught and warned Altinwyn and Arwe about this.
This would be thier true test now- surely they could hold the fort.
The healer-mage's line of work was complicated- there could always be a time when she'd not come home.. whenthe two rescued
slaves- turned
assistants, would have to make due without her, and care for those under her charge. She trusted them. They had such courage, those in under thier care would be preserved until she could return in safety.
Estel preserve them all.
As she stood in the dim light of the concealed hearth, a blanket wrapped around thin shoulders- she thought of
Sid, Astrid, Naushe, Flynn, Gabriel and all her friends (because the list is too longXD)who wander in darkness now..
