[If she weren’t near death, perhaps Hayame would try and agree, to blister and claim this was nothing. But it wasn’t. She had never been so injured in her life. She may have been raised from birth to fight, but she had not yet been sold to a new master. Her stable had trained her and tested her and used her… But they did not endanger her needlessly, no more than a man with an expensive race horse would overrun their charge. It was an animal to be used, but it was still valuable only when healthy. Even in Horos…
But the pain begins to slowly ease. Flesh rent by sharpened roots and cracks in bone from a dangerous fall knit back together, her damaged organs cease relying so painfully on the other set, and Hayame… coughs, clears the blood from her mouth and inhales clearly for the first time in… hours? She doesn’t know.]
So be it…
[Her left eye hidden beneath the stained bandages has been a lost cause since the raid on Achamoth. The one other time she had debased herself to beg for magical healing, only to be told that it was impossible. If the eye were just damaged, perhaps… but it was gone, ripped out whole by a demon with clever fingers who had then dangled it before her as a taunt. When Emet-Selch removes the barrier hiding it from the world he will only find an empty socket, the insides raw and aching from lack of steady treatment since the injury, the seal of serum that had at least crusted her eyelids shut over the hole broken during her battle.
The right though… yet may be saved. It is colored red with blood, the orb damaged by a cut across delicate vitreous humors and damaged cornea, but it is there. And twitching in attempt to follow the voice of her potential rescuer, despite seeing only a vague dark blur.]
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But the pain begins to slowly ease. Flesh rent by sharpened roots and cracks in bone from a dangerous fall knit back together, her damaged organs cease relying so painfully on the other set, and Hayame… coughs, clears the blood from her mouth and inhales clearly for the first time in… hours? She doesn’t know.]
So be it…
[Her left eye hidden beneath the stained bandages has been a lost cause since the raid on Achamoth. The one other time she had debased herself to beg for magical healing, only to be told that it was impossible. If the eye were just damaged, perhaps… but it was gone, ripped out whole by a demon with clever fingers who had then dangled it before her as a taunt. When Emet-Selch removes the barrier hiding it from the world he will only find an empty socket, the insides raw and aching from lack of steady treatment since the injury, the seal of serum that had at least crusted her eyelids shut over the hole broken during her battle.
The right though… yet may be saved. It is colored red with blood, the orb damaged by a cut across delicate vitreous humors and damaged cornea, but it is there. And twitching in attempt to follow the voice of her potential rescuer, despite seeing only a vague dark blur.]
I have to… the tree… I have to reach the tree…