Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140209200651/@comment-11457306-20140211040032

Brighid sat at the back of the cockpit on the floor with Anneken propped up against the back wall (or bulkhead or whatever). "Annie, you okay? Gods, your neck!  Something get hold of you?"

Anneken nodded. "Dremora," she croaked. She was smeared with blood from her bleeding nose, which had finally stopped.

"Can you self heal or do you want a potion?"

Anneken looked startled, as if she hadn't thought of healing herself. She was completely dazed from being Dremora-handled and from the beam. She tried to focus, lifting a hand, but no magicka pooled.

"Nevermind," said Brighid, frowning. She dug in her pack. "Here."

Anneken drank some of the potion and sighed as it began to take affect. "Thanks."

(Must go.  Night all.)