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52nd Ymiden, 717
Faith was in the middle of her regular volunteer shifts in the Order. Frankly, she was glad of the space and time where there wasn't anyone talking to her about what she should do, when she should do it, how she should do it and why what she was already doing was wrong. With a sigh, the young woman realised that this was not a fair thought process, but it didn't change that it was how she was starting to feel. Everyone and their mother had an opinion and nothing was off limits as a discussion topic.
She was exhausted and getting irritable, she knew it. Of course, being who she was Faith tried to just hide the irritability and the tiredness. When she was at home, she tended to spend a lot of time in the kitchen; they all ate well and it was quiet. They were too busy, too stretched and had too many demands on them. She knew it, Padraig knew it. What they could do about it, though, Faith had no clue.
With her blue cloak on, Faith was front line today and so when the woman was brought in, she made her way over to her quickly. Rami, the green cloak who lived here, was also working and Faith and she moved over together. The woman had been attacked, it seemed. Or run down by a horse. Either way, she was in a bad way.
"Alright, Rami, bleeding first." Faith reminded the green cloak. Rami was good, when she just concentrated on what she was doing. Which was really not often enough, to Faith's mind. However, the green cloaked half Avriel seemed to be focused to-trial and so the two of them got to work on the woman. "Hello, my name's Faith. This is Rami. Can you tell us what happened to you?"
Faith's hands were moving as she spoke, looking for where the bleeding was most prevalent and getting started there. It seemed, on closer inspection, like she'd been cut. More than once. The woman moaned and made a strange, guttural noise which made Faith frown slightly. She looked at the Land Troops who had brought her in.
"She's a prostitute. Been attacked. Can we go?" The one in charge said and Faith shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid no. There are forms we need to complete. One of the nurses will take you through them."
"Look love, I don't know if you heard me. She's a prostitute and..."
"I heard you fine. She's a person. A mortal soul who deserves every chance to live. Do not argue with me whilst I am trying to save her life. I don't care about her profession any more than I care about yours. Now get over there and answer the questions the nice lady is going to ask you or I will get very, very testy." It was enough, Faith was tired of people second guessing her when she knew what she was doing and why she was doing it. The man from the Elements looked at her and lifted his head as though to argue. Faith stopped what she was doing, cleaning off the wounds in order to stitch them, just long enough to look at him.
"Do not argue with me. Do not irritate me. Do not tell me that you know better. You do not. Now get over there and the Immortals-damned questions. We patch up too many of you and your kind for you to be giving me lip now move!"
Even Rami looked up in surprise as Faith more or less barked the last bit and the man in question lifted his hands in surrender, moving over to the nurses' station muttering about crazy short people. Faith ignored him and lowered her head to the woman. Her deep, guttural groaning was continuing and Faith really didn't like it. But first, always first, she had to get this bleeding under control.
Using the NPCs from the Order of the Adunih Scalvoris write up here
She was exhausted and getting irritable, she knew it. Of course, being who she was Faith tried to just hide the irritability and the tiredness. When she was at home, she tended to spend a lot of time in the kitchen; they all ate well and it was quiet. They were too busy, too stretched and had too many demands on them. She knew it, Padraig knew it. What they could do about it, though, Faith had no clue.
With her blue cloak on, Faith was front line today and so when the woman was brought in, she made her way over to her quickly. Rami, the green cloak who lived here, was also working and Faith and she moved over together. The woman had been attacked, it seemed. Or run down by a horse. Either way, she was in a bad way.
"Alright, Rami, bleeding first." Faith reminded the green cloak. Rami was good, when she just concentrated on what she was doing. Which was really not often enough, to Faith's mind. However, the green cloaked half Avriel seemed to be focused to-trial and so the two of them got to work on the woman. "Hello, my name's Faith. This is Rami. Can you tell us what happened to you?"
Faith's hands were moving as she spoke, looking for where the bleeding was most prevalent and getting started there. It seemed, on closer inspection, like she'd been cut. More than once. The woman moaned and made a strange, guttural noise which made Faith frown slightly. She looked at the Land Troops who had brought her in.
"She's a prostitute. Been attacked. Can we go?" The one in charge said and Faith shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid no. There are forms we need to complete. One of the nurses will take you through them."
"Look love, I don't know if you heard me. She's a prostitute and..."
"I heard you fine. She's a person. A mortal soul who deserves every chance to live. Do not argue with me whilst I am trying to save her life. I don't care about her profession any more than I care about yours. Now get over there and answer the questions the nice lady is going to ask you or I will get very, very testy." It was enough, Faith was tired of people second guessing her when she knew what she was doing and why she was doing it. The man from the Elements looked at her and lifted his head as though to argue. Faith stopped what she was doing, cleaning off the wounds in order to stitch them, just long enough to look at him.
"Do not argue with me. Do not irritate me. Do not tell me that you know better. You do not. Now get over there and the Immortals-damned questions. We patch up too many of you and your kind for you to be giving me lip now move!"
Even Rami looked up in surprise as Faith more or less barked the last bit and the man in question lifted his hands in surrender, moving over to the nurses' station muttering about crazy short people. Faith ignored him and lowered her head to the woman. Her deep, guttural groaning was continuing and Faith really didn't like it. But first, always first, she had to get this bleeding under control.
Using the NPCs from the Order of the Adunih Scalvoris write up here
