perdure: (Leave me behind again I dare you)
Dís, daughter of Thrain, son of Thror ([personal profile] perdure) wrote in [personal profile] forgottenbrother 2013-06-14 05:34 am (UTC)

His words draw a sharp glance, icy with fury and helplessness as Dís cleans his skin and hisses.

"Don't you say that." It's laden with fear, and though her movements are gentle, her hands tremble. "You did not die and you will not die -- not for a very long time or I will bring you back just to kill you myself, do you understand?"

But he's telling the truth, the wounds she can see are relatively minor damage and though there's a possibility of bleeding beneath the surface and cracked ribs, Dís could do nothing about that. She just clears away what she can, gently, and dips the rag in the water, wringing it out until the bowl is pinkish in color and the rag not so much. Eventually, when Frerin's mostly cleaned, she turns to his wounded arm and tries to cause as little pain as possible. Fingertips skim along his limb in search of the break, feather soft so as not to jar bone, but enough to feel it. There's a nod, eyes half lidded so she can focus more on the feeling of bone and skin beneath hands and she looks back up at him.

"It's broken. But cleanly, I think. I'll try to set it and splint it but we'll need to call for a healer who knows more than I do if you want to be able to use it properly again."

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