Shane pulled his helmet over his head, knocking his knuckles lightly against the metal after it was securely pulled over his face. The younger woman besides him shook her head with a snorted laugh, pausing her own activities to lift her daintier hand and offer her own knock against his helmet.
Scattered across their couch, various vials and bottles sat in separate piles, awaiting to be sorted into the open pack nearby. Winifred turned her gaze back down to them, away from her father as she pondered where to put what. All the while, Shane removed his helmet once more to glance it over, sitting down onto the empty edge of the couch in order to rub a cloth against it, shining the metal.
"Promise me you won't go getting yourself hurt, Winnie," he said as he worked. His daughter lifted her head once more to regard him, offering a small smile as if amused by the request.
"Get hurt? I won't be doing any such thing, papa. Don't you worry yourself." She rested a few of the items into the bag, pushing things about to make more room as she continued, "Besides, I don't need to worry about you, do I? Strong Commander Marth can care for himself in any environment."
Both shared a glance as if both equally amused and annoyed by each others verbal pokes. Nevertheless, the silence melted away into quiet laughter as they finished their duties. It was just another day of battle coming up, just another risk of life that they knew they'd return unharmed from…
Several days later, after the raidings and seizing and utter chaos of one army against the other, Winifred had found herself finally returning home. There had been no news of her father that reached her, but she was unworried. Afterall- her father was a field commander! He was likely busy speaking to the Generals and other important figures of the battlefield, no time to come find his daughter for a catch-up chat.
Being as she had been assigned to the medical team, it became the Eriunin's duty to assist with helping the injured back onto the docks after the ships had landed. Gathering a small group, she gave off jobs for any person too injured to find themselves home for their family to be contacted to come and collect.
So work began, the returning chaos of warriors from the front overwhelmed the docks, but Winifred worked dutifully. She ignored it all and focused on those poor patients that needed to be helped on their way home. Eventually, though, one of her helpers came shouting for her.
"Gwenfrewi! Medic Gwen!" The man called, jogging over. Winifred lifted her head, almost having forgot that she signed up for duty using her birth name rather than her imperialized one.
"Yes? What is it, do you need help?"
"Well- Field Commander Marth is still out, I'm not sure where to take him."
- And it was if the woman's body had gone cold. Her mind blanked at the sentence, held at a stand still for more than a few moments as she stared at the man. Eventually the man's brows furrowed in concern and he reached his hand out, taking hold of Winifred's arm as if to steady her. It was only then that Winifred came back to her senses, realizing just how faint she must have looked considering how much she had felt it.
"Commander Marth?" A small crack left the Marth's own voice as she asked the name. The man nodded his head towards Winifred, visible concern only growing.
"Medic, I believe you need to sit down."
"No- no, I'm okay. Take me to him, what are his injuries?"
Though there was obvious hesitance, the man agreed to help her to the Field Commander. He wrapped an arm around her own and lead her forwards, regaling to Winifred what had happened to the Field Commander during the battle.
How he had been flung high into the air according to reports and smashed into the side of a building.
How it was incredibly lucky that the man had even survived!
How… a woman had landed on him afterwards, only causing more injury to his poor self.
"Near all his bones are broken," the man was saying just as they came upon a bed with a pillow painted red and a body wrapped in more bandage than skin. It took a few moments for Winifred to realize that the crimson was not blood staining the fabric of the pillowcase, but instead the bright hair of her equally Eriunin father.
"Spirit, what happened to you?" Winifred managed through a hoarse voice, rushing away from the man that had fetched her to take a place besides Shane, resting her hands lightly onto her father's head after a hesitation- not wishing to touch one of his arms in fear that she'd hurt him worse. Though there was hesitation from the man, he quietly slipped away from the two to leave them in the bare minimum of alone they had in the middle of the unloading docks.
In the few days following the return to Regalia, there was still very little Winifred had heard from her father. Every morning she woke early from where she had made a pallet on the floor besides her father's bed to check on him.
A hand rested to his forehead to check for fever, none.
A movement that suggested he was actually alive, none except the pulse under his skin.
He was alive, but he slept more than he woke, resting upon that bed in silence. He spoke nothing to Winifred, though once he had woken up fully and looked at her as she gave him medicine for his pain- that alone had warmed her heart.
The alchemist was alone in the house, her brother having left for travels a few weeks beforehand. It was only her, the hurt, and the prayers she forced out- hoping something would bring good fortune to her beat and battered father.
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Scattered across their couch, various vials and bottles sat in separate piles, awaiting to be sorted into the open pack nearby. Winifred turned her gaze back down to them, away from her father as she pondered where to put what. All the while, Shane removed his helmet once more to glance it over, sitting down onto the empty edge of the couch in order to rub a cloth against it, shining the metal.
"Promise me you won't go getting yourself hurt, Winnie," he said as he worked. His daughter lifted her head once more to regard him, offering a small smile as if amused by the request.
"Get hurt? I won't be doing any such thing, papa. Don't you worry yourself." She rested a few of the items into the bag, pushing things about to make more room as she continued, "Besides, I don't need to worry about you, do I? Strong Commander Marth can care for himself in any environment."
Both shared a glance as if both equally amused and annoyed by each others verbal pokes. Nevertheless, the silence melted away into quiet laughter as they finished their duties. It was just another day of battle coming up, just another risk of life that they knew they'd return unharmed from…
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Several days later, after the raidings and seizing and utter chaos of one army against the other, Winifred had found herself finally returning home. There had been no news of her father that reached her, but she was unworried. Afterall- her father was a field commander! He was likely busy speaking to the Generals and other important figures of the battlefield, no time to come find his daughter for a catch-up chat.
Being as she had been assigned to the medical team, it became the Eriunin's duty to assist with helping the injured back onto the docks after the ships had landed. Gathering a small group, she gave off jobs for any person too injured to find themselves home for their family to be contacted to come and collect.
So work began, the returning chaos of warriors from the front overwhelmed the docks, but Winifred worked dutifully. She ignored it all and focused on those poor patients that needed to be helped on their way home. Eventually, though, one of her helpers came shouting for her.
"Gwenfrewi! Medic Gwen!" The man called, jogging over. Winifred lifted her head, almost having forgot that she signed up for duty using her birth name rather than her imperialized one.
"Yes? What is it, do you need help?"
"Well- Field Commander Marth is still out, I'm not sure where to take him."
- And it was if the woman's body had gone cold. Her mind blanked at the sentence, held at a stand still for more than a few moments as she stared at the man. Eventually the man's brows furrowed in concern and he reached his hand out, taking hold of Winifred's arm as if to steady her. It was only then that Winifred came back to her senses, realizing just how faint she must have looked considering how much she had felt it.
"Commander Marth?" A small crack left the Marth's own voice as she asked the name. The man nodded his head towards Winifred, visible concern only growing.
"Medic, I believe you need to sit down."
"No- no, I'm okay. Take me to him, what are his injuries?"
Though there was obvious hesitance, the man agreed to help her to the Field Commander. He wrapped an arm around her own and lead her forwards, regaling to Winifred what had happened to the Field Commander during the battle.
How he had been flung high into the air according to reports and smashed into the side of a building.
How it was incredibly lucky that the man had even survived!
How… a woman had landed on him afterwards, only causing more injury to his poor self.
"Near all his bones are broken," the man was saying just as they came upon a bed with a pillow painted red and a body wrapped in more bandage than skin. It took a few moments for Winifred to realize that the crimson was not blood staining the fabric of the pillowcase, but instead the bright hair of her equally Eriunin father.
"Spirit, what happened to you?" Winifred managed through a hoarse voice, rushing away from the man that had fetched her to take a place besides Shane, resting her hands lightly onto her father's head after a hesitation- not wishing to touch one of his arms in fear that she'd hurt him worse. Though there was hesitation from the man, he quietly slipped away from the two to leave them in the bare minimum of alone they had in the middle of the unloading docks.
---
In the few days following the return to Regalia, there was still very little Winifred had heard from her father. Every morning she woke early from where she had made a pallet on the floor besides her father's bed to check on him.
A hand rested to his forehead to check for fever, none.
A movement that suggested he was actually alive, none except the pulse under his skin.
He was alive, but he slept more than he woke, resting upon that bed in silence. He spoke nothing to Winifred, though once he had woken up fully and looked at her as she gave him medicine for his pain- that alone had warmed her heart.
The alchemist was alone in the house, her brother having left for travels a few weeks beforehand. It was only her, the hurt, and the prayers she forced out- hoping something would bring good fortune to her beat and battered father.
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