Rowan
As the female ranger approached, Rowan gave up his search for their uninvited visitor, but it was with a certain amount of annoyance. He felt like he'd been close to zoning in on him but it was no use now that his senses had been distracted.
Shadrea was very slow to get to the point and Rowan wasn't helping her any; if she wanted his assistance, she was going to have to bite the bullet and ask for it. Except that when he pressed her with a smirk, she insisted that she didn't want his help and was actually going to leave. The girl had spirit, he would give her that.
"Sit down," Rowan said firmly as he got to his feet. It couldn't be said that the elf was cruel. Annoying and insensitive, perhaps. But you didn't train to be a healer if you were cruel.
"I'm fine," the girl objected but it was obvious at a glance that she wasn't.
"Sit," Rowan insisted in a firm tone but his hands were gentle as he eased her to the floor beside his tree. Rowan knelt beside the ranger and after getting what he needed out of his bad, he tucked it under her head to make her more comfortable.
"I'm going to take your shirt off now and anyone hiding in the bushes should definitely look away."
"What do you mean hiding in the bushes-" Shadrea tried to sit up but Rowan pushed her gently back down.
"Never mind, just a bad joke," the elf said. He slowly unfastened the girl's clothing and uncovered the wound, which it appeared was mostly internal. But he could see from the growing bruise on the skin how serious it was. "I'll have to use magic for this one." Which meant it was going to hurt. Rowan closed his eyes and delved into her skin, feeling his way along her muscles until he found the bones of her rib-cage and discovered the breakage.
With a sudden glow of magic he began to repair the damage and he tried to move quickly, knowing how painful this was going to be. But not too quickly. Better there be pain than mistakes as his teacher always said. You didn't train to be a cleric if you were unkind, but you didn't survive the training if you were soft. A soft cleric was a bad cleric and Rowan was a very good cleric indeed.
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The next morning the sun was low in the sky as Rowan took his turn at the watch and the sounds of life around the camp gradually resumed. But Rowan was waiting. He was waiting to see what the rogue would steal for breakfast.
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