5th Ashan 718
They had not been among the other green cloaks, arriving much later. For once, they could not blame their tardiness on the inability to move or lethargy, but rather their predominant source of income. The councilor had a fair amount of work already that they had begun to neglect in the last legs of the previous season. They could not say they were proud of that in any way, but it was a good sign - they hoped - for them to make it out the door and not turn back after a bit or two. Wringing their hands nervously as they climbed up the steps of the Order, they had considered turning right around. It would have saved everyone a fair amount of trouble, in hindsight.
There were memories that were still fresh, blood laced with terror. If they blinked, they might still be able to see it. No; it was now morphed into the image of survivors of the incident at the docks, holding on just barely. Like that man had been. They shoved the image of him as far back as they could in their mind - which wasn't very far. He was there just beyond their focus as they began to clean their hands and sterilize the tools. Glancing at one woman in particular, shaking with chills and mumbling something through her fever, they imagined that this might have been where the man would end up. That they might have been able to get him to the Order after initially caring for him if they had done their duty.
Steps quick and thoughts abuzz, Amaris crossed to the woman. Obviously something was amiss; an infection from her wounds not seen to quickly enough, perhaps. The room, though full of green specks as they moved past them and flitted between patients, was occupied with more people than they had ever seen from a single event. Maybe it was because they were not often here, but they wondered how anyone could keep up the hope. But that wasn't a thought they ought to be focusing on.
Instead, they looked back to the woman, doing first a cursory examination before tentatively checking her wounds for which one might have been infected. It was the smell that hit them first before they saw it, and the puss leaking out onto the cot underneath. They sucked in a breath, not entirely sure of how to proceed. From what they could understand, the rate of infection to the woman's leg was already quite severe, but...Lifting their gaze again, they searched the room for Faith or another more senior member of the Order.[/font][/style2]