[It's fairly early in the morning when Sigmund comes stumbling into town. To say he's in bad shape would be a severe understatement. He's got several nasty gashes, some thankfully starting to scab over, some not, most of them bandaged with what he could rip off his undershirt without getting his armor off. The side of his cuirass is dented in a way that guarantees broken ribs underneath it. He seems dazed, and his eyes are a little glassy, both from blood loss and... something else. Everything looks wrong to him, although less wrong - more subtly wrong? - than hours ago. Yesterday? He's not entirely sure. Probably only yesterday.
His breathing is shallow, and he can't move more than twenty or thirty feet at a time before he needs to crouch down and rest. Despite that, he's making this trip take twice as long as it would otherwise by refusing to go straight through town, and instead moving furtively and sticking to sheltered, out of the way areas when he can. There's something of the injured wild animal about him, and he'll react about the same if approached.
He's having trouble thinking straight, but he knows he needs... something. Things to clean his sword and armor, right. Edward would be upset if they... if they... Edward would be upset. So the smithy will be his first stop. If no one's there, he's leaving them one hell of a mess for later. Sorry 'bout that. The tipped rack and general filth were an accident, promise. With that taken care of, he'll be intent on heading for his house. At least it's a short walk now.
He just needs to rest for a while. Really. Everything is under control.]
[Written, shakily, much later in the day]
The creature that was in the village yesterday has been dealt with. Those who were attacked may rest now.
(OOC: Aftermath of this.)
His breathing is shallow, and he can't move more than twenty or thirty feet at a time before he needs to crouch down and rest. Despite that, he's making this trip take twice as long as it would otherwise by refusing to go straight through town, and instead moving furtively and sticking to sheltered, out of the way areas when he can. There's something of the injured wild animal about him, and he'll react about the same if approached.
He's having trouble thinking straight, but he knows he needs... something. Things to clean his sword and armor, right. Edward would be upset if they... if they... Edward would be upset. So the smithy will be his first stop. If no one's there, he's leaving them one hell of a mess for later. Sorry 'bout that. The tipped rack and general filth were an accident, promise. With that taken care of, he'll be intent on heading for his house. At least it's a short walk now.
He just needs to rest for a while. Really. Everything is under control.]
[Written, shakily, much later in the day]
The creature that was in the village yesterday has been dealt with. Those who were attacked may rest now.
(OOC: Aftermath of this.)
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No. She... No.
I told her to run. They must have taken her.
I'm sorry.
Leave the armor.
I can bring someone to look at those wounds.
...If you must.
I'll be back.
[And with that he slips out the door
until such a time the mun can locate a healer.]So in other words, skip him as you will. He'll jump back in if he's needed.]Edited 2010-08-30 02:41 am (UTC)
[She enters the room. 'I'm sorry' seems so insufficient, but... she can't see any way out of saying it.] I'm sorry.
Don't apologize. I- [He would finish that thought, but he's coughing again.]
[A hand goes to her waterskin.] I have healing abilities. Will you let me see what I can do to help?
If you can.
...
...
...what is with his chi paths? They're all... bent in on themselves. And when she extends her bending to tentatively pull on the chi itself, it feels just as bent. Twisted. Like it's heading into itself or spiraling the wrong way or... something. Can this really be it?
She frowns and searches deeper, trying to discern more, find anything pure and - normal - buried beneath those layers of confusion. But it doesn't matter how deep she goes - it's all the same. She can't work with this. Katara removes her hands, taking with her the cool, calming sensation of her bending as she lets the water flow back into the waterskin.]
Well, I can't heal you with my bending. Your chi is like nothing I've ever seen before, and I don't want to risk messing with it. I'll see if Nala can help - your ribs are the worst, right?
[That much, she cold tell.]
I don't know. [He knows his ribs are broken, there's a dent in his cuirass to prove it. But he could have any number of serious injuries and be unaware of them. All he did - all he could do - to patch himself up long enough to get back was tie a bandage over places he saw bleeding.] I can't feel...
Edited 2010-08-30 05:22 am (UTC)
[And... give her a moment as she processes. She's painfully familiar with death penalties from having to go against Ginko's.] Did... was that something that happened since you've been in Luceti?
All right. Let's see what Nala can do. [And, calling to the spirit, Katara lightly lays her hands on his ribs. The area about her hands softly begins to flow.]
What might be most surprising to her is that, despite all of his protests, Sigmund closes his eyes and lets her work. There's a certain gentleness to her presence, that kind of quality that he seeks out in people. He finds it soothing. Perhaps not as much now as he usually would, but soothing all the same.]
It's curious, though. She's usually better with Nala and this is the second time the spirit hasn't been able to do as much as she'd like. Blocked, somehow. She frowns in concentration.]
Okay. Let me see if I can close some of the larger wounds. Nala is good at that. Then we'll wrap your ribs so they can continue to heal properly and then you can get some rest.