Re: Part 64d - It's only the end of the world. Again.
OOC - this accursed site ate my post! :(
IC -
Berd studies Lexy with worried eyes, hopping from foot to foot upon Trista's shoulder, his eyes glittering. Forces rush out from him, wiping away bacteria and virus both, sterilizing the area, the tools, and keeping local particulate from entering the wound. Across from Trista, Cyan glances up in concern, then back to the injured woman. "Out of reach is out of my own hands, as well - I am of little use in this sort of battle. As for Lexy, better you than myself!" Her own experience with this sort of thing is primitive compared to Trista's - she barely knows the use of half the items in her own first aid kit. "Would that she were Eldar," the bard whispers, "but a 'field medic' will more than suffice, I think." Her smile is as weak as the colour of her eyes, and a grateful nod to Devlin follows.
She knows not what he might do, but any assistance is invaluable when saving a life.
She glances up at Trgiaob when he speaks, though - familiar with the danioti, Cyan makes out the satisfaction in his words. "Fine for you that they will not report," she states tartly, standing. "But not so fine for Lexy. Nor this world! When those do not report, it will be noticed - others may come, to the detriment of all. You may have the opportunity to leave, but what of the people of this land?"
Berd lets out a small, chiming cry as Trista remonstrates herself, and tugs irritably at her hair with his claws. He glances across at Devlin with glittering orbs, bobbing his head, then to Chance as the man's armor dissolves. Cyan glances to the Deathsinger then, one eyebrow rising. "Ah, yes. I remember that." Her brows knit together now. "After a fashion."