Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-11457306-20140206122152

Torene was disoriented for a moment, unable to comprehend Kenyon's question. She was focused on the danger the two men posed to their mission. Mention of Peri forced her to re-focus her thoughts. She felt suddenly sorrowful, grieved that she could not be where she most longed to be, with her daughter and sister--only now she wanted Makoru there too.

"She is well.  She would be grieved to see you like this," she finally responded, her voice harsh with irritation and sorrow.

She dissipated the ward and walked forward to place her hand upon his wound, not bothering to close her eyes this time. Her eyes rolled up white as she healed him with a speed and strength she had never shown before. Then she turned to Nahlgaaf.

Kneeling beside him, she ruthlessly straightened his arm, popping the bones into place while he screamed. As he lay gasping in pain, she healed the arm, then healed the terrible wound in his chest. She scrubbed her bloody hands in the snow beside him.

"Give them some of the blood tonic, Makoru.  They need it more than I do, now."

"Anwen, help me up please." She was weak now, from her anger, from the healing and from over-exerting herself in her condition. Anwen stepped forward and Torene leaned on her. "I wish to be done with this," she said.

"We need to go," said Anwen.

(See y'all tonight.)