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Marian gave her head a fervent shake and turned her face away from Yuri.
“Oh no, No, I’m fine it just…smarts. Do not stick that in my mouth,” she growled.
Yuri stood, confused and unsure, but he listened to Marian. After all, she seemed okay if she could argue, surely such extremes could wait just a bit.

“Just…get it over with,” Marian whined.

Sabriel says gently, “Alright, think about something nice tho and time your breathing.” She lowers her voice. “There is a tiny child not far from here with sensitive ears; are you sure your want to chance her hearing you scream?”

Marian inhaled, held it for a moment, then let it out with a small whine.

“Okay, you’re right, you’re right,” she muttered. She closed her eyes and tried to count while she breathed. Inhale for five, exhale for five. Inhale for five, exhale for five. It was helping, but with little else to focus on it wasn’t really enough. She scratched at the couch material out of frustration.

Yuri took a seat and put a hand on Marian’s glass arm. He started humming a little tune while he stroked it with his thumb. Marian reconised it as an old Realm song. She didn’t hum along, but she culd go through the ways and the words in her head. She counted and focused on Yuri’s tune.

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Sabriel looked a little surprised that Marian reacted so to the pain; it seems she can dish it out much better than she can take it. Though, those herbs should’ve dulled it better than this… hmmm. Well, she wasn’t sure how much more she could really drug Marian up for this without over doing it. Also, willow bark wasn’t exactly easy to come by in the desert… and its not like she was going to drug Marian with opium. She sighed.

“This is going to be the exact opposite of anything you’ve used either of these objects for…” Sabriel started tying Marian’s limbs down, leg first of course. There was also a strap around her upper torso to insure than she moved even less. Another sigh. “Yuri, would you be so… kind?” She gestured to the gag.

Marian gave her head a fervent shake and turned her face away from Yuri.
“Oh no, No, I’m fine it just…smarts. Do not stick that in my mouth,” she growled.
Yuri stood, confused and unsure, but he listened to Marian. After all, she seemed okay if she could argue, surely such extremes could wait just a bit.

“Just…get it over with,” Marian whined.

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Sabriel gives Marian a warm look and ties a cloth around the top of Marian’s leg, tight. “Will it make you feel better if I lie to you? You were pumped up with adrenaline while you were fighting; I very much doubt it hurt as much at the time as it does now.”

As she talks, Sabriel starts maneuvering the muscles in Marian’s leg and lining them up. It is a slow delicate process and her hands seem to move in very calculated motions almost like a ballet. Thankfully the bone is all but untouched. Sabriel slathers an unknown liquid on it covering it and layers the muscle back around it in pieces.

She looks up to see if Yuri’s returned.

Marian whined out of pain and dread. It wasn’t too awful right now, but these were parts of her body unused to being touched. The movements and the liquid stung, but she’d felt worse. She figured that would change, and so she braced for it.
“Great,” she managed to sigh. “Dragon’s tits this is unpleasant.”

Yuri came down with a fancy ball gag in hand, a blush hot on his cheeks. The object was incredibly well made, Marian (or someone at least) had clearly spent good money on it.

Sabriel made some sort of movement that stung something awful, though whether intentional or not Marian could only guess. Her glass hand flung to grab the couch cushion while the other dug into her side.
“Okay, being mostly unconscious must make a world of difference,” she managed to say through gritted teeth.

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Sabriel didn’t acknowledge Marian’s retort but instead nodded to Yuri. “Your wife is a hot one; good thing you brought water.” She laughed.

She put linens carefully under Marian’s leg so as to not ruin the couch or Marian would really have her head. With that done she put on gloves and picked up a pair of tweezers. “You both might not want to watch this part… I have to pull at the exposed muscle a bit and then stitch it back together. You probably won’t feel anything until I actually start stitching but it’s not the prettiest thing to watch. Yuri, if you can’t handle this, now would be the time to leave. If you do stay remember that she can easily break your hand by squeezing too hard and that if she screams you and I are going to gag and bind her for her own safety.”

Sabriel looked expectantly at the young man. There was no pressure in the gaze just an almost eerie calm.

Yuri gave an awkward half smile.
“I’m right here,” Marian grumbled, crossing her arms.
Yuri looked between Sabriel and Marian for a moment, then cleared his throat. “I-I’ll go fetch the gag,” he said. He put his hands up defensively as Marian shot him a look. “Just in case!” He scampered off up the ladder to the loft bedroom to search.

Marian swallowed and took a deep breath. This didn’t sound like it would be pleasant. “So, what kind of pain are we talking? Like, pinching or stinging or?” She kept trying to breathe but it settled into an unsteady rhythm. “I mean, it can’t possibly hurt more than when he sliced it, right?”

“Right?” Her fingers started to dig into her arms. This…was not going to be nice.

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Sabriel scrutinized the shaky arm, mentally calculating what the other appendage needed. She gave Marian a look. “I think you know what I am going to say to that.”

She pulled something out of her kit crushing in in her palm. “It matters not. You will have help with the sleeping.” She smiled not the most benevolently and set the crushed substance into a bowl just out of Marian’s reach.

“Anyhow, are you comfortable? The V’neef should be back soon so eat this.” Sabriel didn’t even finish the sentence before shoving a substance, you never saw her pick up, down Marian’s throat. “Swallow. It.”

Marian swallowed, then coughed and sputtered as she choked it down. Whatever it was, it was absolutely vile. The aftertaste hung in her mouth and no amount of swishing her tongue around would wear it away. She made a few disgruntled noises and glared at Sabriel. Rude.

Yuri entered right on cue, carting a bucket of water in one hand and a smaller glass in the other. A bit of the water from the bucket sloshed onto the floor of the caravan. He set it down by Sabriel, then set the glass on the side table.

“I’m as comfortable as I can be,” Marian finally answered. The glass of water was behind her head and so, out of her reach. Yuri looked at Sabriel; a question as to whether she could have any.
“Though,” Marian started. “Stick your fingers near my mouth again and I might just bite them off.”

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“You haven’t and my last life doesn’t remember any besides his actual death which was… painful for… her.” There is a tightness in her voice and posture as she says that and then, as though it was never there, it vanishes.

Sabriel takes hold of both ends of Marian’s injured leg gently but firmly. “We are going to need to shift you onto your back slowly. Slowly.”

Sabriel pauses and then laughs as she says, “This is cliche, but this is going to hurt worse before it gets better. And then… you are going to need to rest for the next twenty-four hours. I mean actually sleep too. No paperwork. No sewing. No nothing. Obviously, you know that moving your hands isn’t going to damage you leg but your body really needs to knit itself back together when I’m done so SLEEP. Do we understand each other?”

Marian groaned, but shifted. Her left arm shook a bit as she lowered herself, reminding her it, too, was still injured. Fortunately, the couch was soft, and the gentle caress of the decorative pillows helped to ease her mind on such things.

“But Sabriel, that’s so…unproductive,” Marian whined. “I have so many things I need to do that I should start my referencing my list of things to do and making a new list. I can’t sleep for all but one hour of a whole day!”

Truthfully speaking, she could do such a thing if she wanted. But even on her most relaxed days there was still more involved than simply…sleeping. The whole idea sounded dreadful.

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Sabriel lets out a sigh she didn’t realize she was holding in and enters the room with her medical kit. She has to duck quite a bit to avoid hitting her head on the door as this IS Marian’s residence and like most other places isn’t really built for someone of Sabriel’s size.

She gets a closer look at the injury as she approaches and can see that Marian has at least kept the wound clean, mostly. That’s a relief; she supposes that there is someone to thank for that as most of her other patients don’t have that kind of common sense. She’ll have to ask Marian about that later.

Still, she is going to have to sew the muscle back together and replace the liquid lost between it and the bone (not to mention the blood loss!). And it is going to hurt. A lot.

She turns to Yuri with a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “Could you… would you be so kind as to fetch a bucket of water and… a gag.” She said that last at almost a whisper. Sabriel wasn’t sure the young dragonblood would be able to handle this but it might make him feel better if he could help in some ways. 

Marian choked slightly at Sabriel’s requests of Yuri. He went a tad pale, but nodded and headed outside to fetch the water.
“I have a gag up in the loft,” Marian called after him. She watched him trip on the steps as he heard her, fortunately catching himself so as not to land on his face outside. She chuckled a little bit. “Why does that surprise him?”

She turned back to Sabriel and began to subconsciously wring her hands.
“Did I ever tell you about the first time Sherwood should have died?” she asked. “Or…any of the times? He was semi conscious for some of them…”

She took a strange comfort in those near death memories; in the fear and the pain and the hope they held within them. They weren’t things she thought of often, they weren’t even things that played in her dreams that often, but they were present enough to make an impact.

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Sabriel flipped open the caravan flap and took in the present scene. She nodded and smiled at Yuri. It was good for Marian to be comforted, for her to feel vulnerable and close to another person. She paused before continuing into the space and gestured to Marian’s injury.

“May I take a look at that? Depending on it’s severity, it may not be able to wait on your pride. However, if you would rather I return later, I can do so but… I would advise against it.”

Marian looked down at her leg. She’d been trying not to acknowledge the work that the Sidereal had done to it. She’d finished the fight without being able to use it and with Sabriel and Ellodie’s help had made it the half a days walk to camp without too much trouble. Of course, it was still fairly useless at this point, perhaps it would be better…

“No, you’re right. If we run into more trouble it would be best to be able to rely on both legs,” she said. “It might also…really hurt. So there’s that too.”

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Sabriel waited patiently outside of Marian’s tent until the crying had all but ceased. She could hear every tear drop and every muffled sob; being part of coyote had its upsides… and downsides. She took a deep breath and knocked on the tent post. 

Normally, she would let Marian have her time but the woman was injured and even crippling injuries were not past her area of expertise. A lot of people relied on Marian being able to walk including the small child peering around the corner.

Sabriel smiled and waved to Bedlam, casting a rabbit spirit out of her palm and towards her. The rabbit carried a note that read, “Everything is going to be okay.”

The smile faltered a tad as Sabriel turned back to the tent. 

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Marian sniffled and wiped the tears from her face. “Shit,” she uttered, desperate to regain her composure. Yuri placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and told her to breathe.
One. Two. Three.
Marian nodded at Yuri and mouthed, “thank you.”

“Come in,” Marian called. She turned her head towards the caravan door. Yuri took her glass hand in his.