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Subject: Gold-red tresses fly behind her haphazardly as she gently lays her down upon the cot. Jaded eyes are dark with worry as she straightens painfully. She glances up, her instincts kicking in at the rustle of the new knight's garb. She whirls, facing him with expressive eyes. "Sir - fellow knight - Might I request your assistance...This woman is wounded..." Author: Mabellina [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:52:14 05/13/01 Sun In reply to: Elizabeth Fitcher 's message, "Enters....." on 15:56:45 05/13/01 Sun [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date He rushes to her side, his green eyes piercing the scene that lay at his hands. "I am afraid I know nothing more than stitches. I shall do what I can, what do you ask of me Milady?" He looks intently at the woman lying on the cot. His weather beaten face showing an expression of compassion. (NT) Sir Bowdyn 17:55:57 05/13/01 Sun ~*She pushes herself upright, gritting her teeth against the pain a emerald gaze sweeps quickly around the area. She forces a slight smile in Mabellina's direction*~ Your a knight arn't you. ~*She states then leans back, her breathe ragged*~ Then i must thank you, as a fellow knight for your help ~*She leans her head back and again closes her eyes, shuddering slightly in pain.*~ (NT) Elizabeth Fitcher 17:58:46 05/13/01 Sun He is struck curious by the thought of the opposite gender, standing at the stature of knight, perhaps even battling side by side by a woman, what a queer thought. Shaking it away he rushes to his bed side and rips open the satchell. A long black bandana the only contents that may possibly be useful. "I fear this is all I have, what might you need?" (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 18:01:50 05/13/01 Sun She frowns, kneeling beside Elizabeth. She reaches into her own satchel, coming out with a strip of linen. She smiles at Sire Bowdyn, eyes twinkling. "Let's not soil your bandana. Here, this may be useful. Now, Elizabeth, what exactly happened?" ((OOC: I g2g...Dinnah...bb 2morrow?)) (NT) -- Mabellina, 18:36:43 05/13/01 Sun He casually tosses the black cloth to his beside, it flutters to the ground. He watches it for a while, unsure of what to do. He kneels down and rocks back and forth on his heels. "Do you need anything, anyone I should tell? Oh yes, my name is Sir Bowdyn" He offers his arm then pulls away realizing this was not the moment, infection was a hazard and the less germs that contacted Elizabeths skin, the better. (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 18:54:04 05/13/01 Sun ~*Shakes her head slowly*~ McCankery was following behind me, we were both at a dead gallop on our horses then the arrow hit my back and i don't remember what happened after that. ~*She drags in another ragged breathe as lids open and emerald gaze shifts to the knight nearby*~ I would say it was a pleasure to meet you but... ~*She half shrugs and a slight smile touches her lips, even in extreme pain her years of knighthood had given her a sense of humar.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth Fitcher, 19:07:45 05/13/01 Sun "Rest Lady," this came out a bit more of an order than a suggestion but he pressed her shoulder to the bed and scolded her with the eyes of a reprimanding father. "Do not strain yourself, if you wish not to speak than do not, perhaps you will do better after some rest?" (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 19:37:14 05/13/01 Sun ~*Shakes her head slightly.......*~ -- Elizabeth, 13:39:51 05/14/01 Mon He casually wanders over to the napsack lying sprawled across his bed. Pulling a short gleaming daggar from the mess he catches the gleam in his eye and begins inspecting it. He nods to Mabellina. "Aye, You tend to the wound and I shall heat the blade." (NT) -- Sir Bowdyn, 15:13:29 05/14/01 Mon She smiles, taking the line strips to a small stone basin near the door....^inside^ -- Mabellina, 20:30:25 05/14/01 Mon ~*Stiffens and clenches her teeth, but she knew this was only a quarter of the pain to come.*~ (NT) -- Elizabeth, 18:56:46 05/15/01 Tue She continues her work, cleaning the wound well. She turns, rising to put the rags into the cauldron herself. Once they're soaked, she brings them over. "This will sting as well." She applied it gently, letting the water wash away the bacteria... (NT) -- Mabellina, 18:10:45 05/16/01 Wed He returns with a blistering hot knife and watches with interest. "Aye, it's hot, I felt it would melt if I left it to long." He keeps a glimmer of humor about him, but soon slips back into the dismallness of which he arrived. His green eyes watch onward with interest as he holds the blade delicatly, carefuly not to touch the scalding metal. (NT) -- Lord Bowdyn, 18:29:57 05/16/01 Wed She smiles, done with her work. She can appreciat humour, and shows it in her own sparkling green eyes. As she stands she meets his, nodding to Elizabeth. "I believe she is ready." Taking the soiled rags, she thorws them into the fire which returns with a puff of smoke... (NT) -- Mabellina, 19:11:20 05/16/01 Wed