[She asked on reflex, but it wasn’t hard to imagine. Out here in the heavily wooded Tangle of twisting narrow paths lurked the forgotten armies who had failed so pathetically to stop the spread of oblivion. Dead, but still following the nonsensical orders of their dreaming general, they were a danger to any travelers in these parts.
Except for Junia, who was a walking holy ground. They seemed reluctant to approach this old cabin she had claimed as shelter for the night, and she had gotten the place positively cozy.
All that flashed through her mind in an instant and is forgotten when she sees someone in trouble. Especially someone she cares about, but to be honest she would have leapt to a stranger’s aid almost as quickly.
She wasn’t a doctor, but this looked serious. Paracelsus could have explained the exact nature of these wounds and would already be gathering a needle and thread and some foul smelling potion of hers.
Junia couldn’t do that, but she had her own methods. She could already feel the Light responding to her feelings of need, warming her like the sun even in these dark times.]
I-It’s merely a scratch, it looks like. Nothing to worry yourself over…
[As she spoke, doing her best to sound reassuring, light started to gather around Junia’s hands. It wasn’t just a glow, but an almost solid thing. Wispy strands of molten gold, emitting a comforting warmth.]
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[She asked on reflex, but it wasn’t hard to imagine. Out here in the heavily wooded Tangle of twisting narrow paths lurked the forgotten armies who had failed so pathetically to stop the spread of oblivion. Dead, but still following the nonsensical orders of their dreaming general, they were a danger to any travelers in these parts.
Except for Junia, who was a walking holy ground. They seemed reluctant to approach this old cabin she had claimed as shelter for the night, and she had gotten the place positively cozy.
All that flashed through her mind in an instant and is forgotten when she sees someone in trouble. Especially someone she cares about, but to be honest she would have leapt to a stranger’s aid almost as quickly.
She wasn’t a doctor, but this looked serious. Paracelsus could have explained the exact nature of these wounds and would already be gathering a needle and thread and some foul smelling potion of hers.
Junia couldn’t do that, but she had her own methods. She could already feel the Light responding to her feelings of need, warming her like the sun even in these dark times.]
I-It’s merely a scratch, it looks like. Nothing to worry yourself over…
[As she spoke, doing her best to sound reassuring, light started to gather around Junia’s hands. It wasn’t just a glow, but an almost solid thing. Wispy strands of molten gold, emitting a comforting warmth.]