[If she were not injured as she was, that hand might never have made it to her shoulder. As it was, her reaction times are too dulled, and by the time she manages to weakly slap at the touch he his already moving. The furrow in her brow and the lift of the corner of one lip are hard to distinguish through the pained expression on her face. A Meridian spell, then...
She cannot disparage them. Though she had shunned them for months and months, refusing to stoop to learning them under the guise of pride to cover her discomfort and fear of magic, she had recently been forced to learn an use them... and if it would see her healed from this?]
Do what you nee-
[He had given her warning, but what she was going to say is cut off when she violently bites down on her own tongue, her fingers digging in to the soil in front of her and clenching white-knuckled, a cry of pain turned into a high-pitched, stuttering whimper as he handles her broken leg to examine it. The bone shards saw against each other, blood pooling along the edges of where it has cut through the skin, and despite her intent to allow his examination, her body tries to spasm and jerk the leg back closer to her belly to protect it, her hoof kicking against his thighs where he kneels beside her.
Set it first? Just cast the spell? She didn't know how this worked, she would defer to his decision... and not just because she cannot get a word out past her locked jaw. Her body knew pain, pain... she was supposed to be able to handle, but this-]
no subject
She cannot disparage them. Though she had shunned them for months and months, refusing to stoop to learning them under the guise of pride to cover her discomfort and fear of magic, she had recently been forced to learn an use them... and if it would see her healed from this?]
Do what you nee-
[He had given her warning, but what she was going to say is cut off when she violently bites down on her own tongue, her fingers digging in to the soil in front of her and clenching white-knuckled, a cry of pain turned into a high-pitched, stuttering whimper as he handles her broken leg to examine it. The bone shards saw against each other, blood pooling along the edges of where it has cut through the skin, and despite her intent to allow his examination, her body tries to spasm and jerk the leg back closer to her belly to protect it, her hoof kicking against his thighs where he kneels beside her.
Set it first? Just cast the spell? She didn't know how this worked, she would defer to his decision... and not just because she cannot get a word out past her locked jaw. Her body knew pain, pain... she was supposed to be able to handle, but this-]