Fitheach Heals Saphira

Fitheach Eun wanders across the bridge heading towards town after collecting more herbs.

Saphira Mistwalker hisses and moans in agony.

Fitheach Eun: A  faint noise attracts her attention and she turns down the side path to investigate.

Fitheach Eun: As she nears Saphira's cave she realizes the moaning is coming from inside and begins to run.

Saphira Mistwalker looks up, trying to focus on the person standing in her cave entrance. "Fit?" she moans. "I have failed, the Drow are coming for Jaekob". She hisses, her head dropping back onto her hoard and she shudders with pain and sudden chills.

Saphira Collapsed in Her Cave

Fitheach Eun hurries to Saphira's side pulling bandages out of her bag as she sees blood, she kneels by Saphira and looks at her wounds.

Fitheach Eun: "What happened?"

Saphira Mistwalker moans again. "I went to find the Drowess. I found Ryn instead, and he cut me. Poison, there was poison in the Drow blades."

Fitheach Eun pulls out her water flask and some bandage and tries to clean off the blood so she can see the extent of the injury.

Fitheach Eun mutters "Drow poison; undoubtedly from those damn spiders."

Saphira Mistwalker nods weakly. "I can feel it burning. My dragon blood fights it, but I feel so dizzy."

Fitheach Eun cleans the deep stomach wound and covers it with a drawing salve poultice and bandages.

Fitheach Eun: " Just hold on Saphira; I will try some water magic to clear it."

Saphira Mistwalker sucks in a breath at the pain her stomach.

Fitheach Eun pulls out her small silver bowl and pours the rest of her water into it; gazing into it deeply.

Fitheach Heals Saphira

Fitheach Eun: Concentrating on her breathing,  she stares into the water calling to the water spirits to come to Saphira's aid.

Saphira Mistwalker tries to slow her breathing and reach within herself to aid Fit's healing.

Fitheach Eun: "Undines and naiads of the water, aid my healing, carry this poison away and heal my friend."

Fitheach Eun matches her breathing to Saphira's and continues to call " spirits of the water, lend me your power wash away this poison with your streams."

Saphira Mistwalker feels the burning in her blood start to lessen.

Fitheach Eun: The water in the bowl swirls and begins to glow greenish and mist heavily.

Fitheach Eun: The mist rises and glides about Saphira swirling around here.

Saphira Mistwalker moans softly as she rallies from the healing mists.

Fitheach Eun feels her strength ebbing away with the mist and breathes deeply trying to hold concentration.

Fitheach Eun: Slowly the mist dissolves.

Saphira Mistwalker looks up at Fit, "I think it is working. My pain is less"

Fitheach Eun: "We should get you to the infirmary and try some potions to finish the job."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "I'm afraid I am too weak to fly, you will have to help me get there."

Fitheach Eun pulls out another bandage and wraps it around Saphira's cut arm.

Fitheach Eun: "Let me call some elven guards with a stretcher?"

Saphira Mistwalker smiles through the pain, "It was a good thing you were near by."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "Aye, that would be best."

Fitheach Eun: "It was just luck I was passing, but I am glad I heard you. I will be right back"

Saphira Mistwalker nods and tries to rest.

Fitheach Eun runs outside and calls to the nearest guard. : "Vedui, please bring another guard and a stretcher; the ambassador is injured. "

Fitheach Eun helps Saphira into the bed carefully: " How do you feel?"

Saphira Mistwalker takes a shuddering breath. "Better, at least my insides are not burning. But I feel so weak."

Fitheach Eun feels Sahira's forehead and notices the cut on her cheek; " Let me clean this one, too."

Saphira Mistwalker nods. "The Drow was so cruel, he enjoyed hurting me, just for sport."

In the Infirmary

Fitheach Eun washes the cut with yarrow antiseptic and cover it with more drawing salve. "This will pull out any remaining poison."

Fitheach Eun: "Yes, I can easily believe that; my own experience with Drow has not been pleasant. They are evil creatures."

Saphira Mistwalker smiles. "Thank you Lady Fitheach."

Saphira Mistwalker: "Please, make sure Aran Jaekob knows about the Drow. He must prepare, and prepare the lands."

Fitheach Eun: "I will find him and warn him, but you need to rest now; let me make you some willowbark tea for the pain."

Saphira Mistwalker pulls in a deep breath, the first she has managed since the Drow slashed her. "Mmm, aye. I think rest is all I can manage right now."