Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-11457306-20141008022239

(Anestheria, LMAO!  I will forever call it that!)

Daria let Dral talk as she drew the end of the arrow closer to the wound. She sat on his legs, and pressed her forearm against his forehead--in another time, another place, it would have been a fun position, with her chest pressed against him--but not now and not with them both dressed in bloody armor.

"Now you will hurt more, Dral.  I'm sorry.  I will stay with you until you can be moved.  Try not to scream.  There is no telling what is out there.

Daria drew the flame against his flesh and let it burn briefly, the pulled it back through his shoulder.