She's gonna be unresponsive for a few posts, so I'll wait. In the meantime, if the doc tries to check her vitals, she'll be mostly normal unless he checks her eyes. For one, she's got the whole heterochromia thing going on, and for two, her pupils won't react to the light at all and the one of her right (doc's left) will seem to glow slightly.
Other than that, like I said, she's fine. She'll wake up in a minute.
Also, the idea of Ruthie trying to give her tips on her magic has the same vibes as the one uncle who's low-key an alcoholic whom you only see once a year at family reunions trying to teach all the grandkids how to pick a lock and, idk, light beehives on fire or something.
Just, pure chaos mixed with 'I guess he would know' from the 'student'.
Posted! I wanted Raptor to say something, but then I decided it was best to keep him in his head. I even fleshed him out with a brand new memory, so I'm pretty happy with how my post turned out. <3
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
At first I was sad that I hadn't given Raptor any herbs he could use to wake Eira up with, but then I realized that there was a good substitute. It might not have been needed, but it was definitely fun to include.
I took 10 min to quickly write up a post during my break but Cyr beat me to it asdfhghjdksn it's no longer relevant so I thought I'd instead dump it here for your amusement lol
Spoiler! :
Mel was fascinated by the floating poisoned blood that Eira somehow controlled, but she was definitely not impressed that it almost splashed on to her. Luckily she stepped back just in time so it didn't get on her shoes or clothes.
While Dr. Archer went back to tending to the poor man who just had a ball of blood removed from him, Mel sauntered over and crouched next to the passed-out Eira. Raptor took the bottle of wine she had opened a little bit ago and held it close to Eira's mouth.
"Good idea!" Mel said, wrapping her fingers around the bottom of the bottle and tilting it up so it was nearly upside-down and would splash on Eira's face.
That ought to wake her up. Good thing Raptor thought of using the resources around them by using the wine first; Mel almost used her water instead.
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
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