[ Look, the downside to having a vessel is he knows some things through the pact. Rin's in some kind of distress - it's a little unfamiliar twinge... somewhere, inside his head, but it doesn't come with the tug of adrenaline or things that say he probably should hop over to try to help physically.
She's a strong girl, he will just... let her know about that part of the pact working bright and clear later! Right. Time to let her ... do her thing!
... She's not feeling any better. .... Okay, Zaveid really shouldn't meddle, right? There's that thing where you tell them too much, but there's also letting people stew.
And stewing is ... the exact opposite of what he needs in a vessel. Lailah would be so much better for this, her experience in having Shepherds and-
... Well.
The first hint that Zaveid is about is that the breeze stirs in some very odd patterns. Sure, the wind's always about, but there's a hint of mana to it. A hint that becomes solidified as Zaveid forms out of the air before the door, blinking at a blood trail. Yep, he had scented that right. ]
... Hey, Rin, y'need some bandages in there?
[ .... Well, that's one way to let her know he's there, right? ]
[Rin doesn't jump at the sound of his voice. She freezes.]
...I'm fine.
[The response comes robotically, level and in control and her back to him.
She's not fine. Even if her distress wasn't palpable to him, the trembling in her legs and shoulders gives her away.
Still she tries. It's not whatever wound she has that must concern him, she knows; it seems too coincidental for Zaveid of all people to be here. She doesn't know what brought him, but it feels important to convince him it's not necessary.]
[ He doesn't even really need to know her to know that's full of shit. The wind doesn't need him trying to see through it for him to know that she's not.
The thump of him against the wall is sort of just... yeah, he's not actually gunna go anywhere, Rin. Maybe he's just staying right here for now, but... ]
So y'got the bandages covered, gotcha.
[ Light, cheerful, and full of knowing that what she just said is full of bullshit. ]
Maybe y'should know, with the whole pact thing and bein' my vessel, I kinda get a feel on if things are flippin' your day upside down. Or at least, when it's nice and settled in.
[ ... Zaveid really knows you're full of it right now Rin. He gets it - he really does, sometimes you just don't need other people to try to help, or maybe other people are gunna make it a fucking mess when they - eventually, inevitably - leave, buuut...
It is kinda, sorta, a little late to be shoving him a way. ]
[Her shoulders sag, heavy but trying not to show it. She doesn't know why she puts that effort into it; if his words are to be trusted right now he can read her emotions like a book. Right now, maybe he knows the nature of her distress better than she herself does, and maybe she hides it for her own sake, not knowing how to confront that yet.
If he knows, that should make him want to be here even less she thinks, but she doesn't say it. He doesn't spell out, but she gets the message loud and clear all the same, from the reminder she's the one that signed up for this partnership, to the posture he holds himself in she catches from the corner of her eye. He won't listen to her and go no matter what she says, so Rin immediately gives up trying.
It doesn't mean she's happy about it. She feels cornered and frustrated, and wishes she could just go outside away from Zaveid and Sakura both for a minute. Just a minute to collect herself. Her eyes sting and Rin goes to wipe at them, stopping when remembering her left is still slick with blood.
She might not have bandages, like Zaveid joked, but it's not a concern to her. Her Magic Crest will heal it; already the cut is smaller than it was. She shakes her hand out like she's angry with it and steps for Sakura's bed without saying a word.]
[ It's complicated- he knows there's distress, a tiny bit of it physical, but the rest is the wind. It carries so many things that humans only notice subconsciously, but the wind tells him outright. And ages of being alive, body language and... yeah, Rin is pretending to be okay and he is kinda invested in making sure she is actually okay.
So Zaveid steps up a moment or two after she turned back to the bed. It's not like he immediately followed but he does stop in a calculated supportive flanking position.
And really relaxed posture.
Here's a napkin from the mess hall, Rin. ]
If y'wanna take a sec to get your head on, or straight or whatever, I can shout if she moves.
[ Any indication that he met this girl, knows her as Sakura? Not really. ]
[Maybe that would ring true, if earlier this month he hadn't doodled for her a picture of a girl with a familiar ribbon in her hair. Just what's their relationship, she wonders?
Rin eyes the napkin, but shakes her head adamantly. There's a gaping, longing sob in her chest, wanting nothing more than to take that offer. But if she does, she doesn't think it will go the way she planned. Her heart might break, and she'd never come back here; or worse it could harden and she'd return with her dagger.]
I can't.
[Insistent. Don't offer her those things. Shaking fingers reach out to stroke the sweaty bangs from Sakura's face; touch the back of them gently to her forehead to feel the heat.]
She's hurt badly, and has to have help right away. I need to clean her up, and do something for this fever.
[And for the damage inside left by the worms, is what she meant to say, but doesn't dare. It's Sakura's secret, not hers.]
I can haul snow up for cooling her off, or just use air that's right off it. Don't think you want me to get a fire going up here, so it's snow melt or running for a pot of water for washing her off. Or, I can turn her body and clothing to wind for a second and anything like dirt will fall to the bed.
[ immediate, like there's not much thought to offering help. The napkin is offered again - you want to clean her up, here's something that's not a sleeve or blanket. ]
And I can heal with magic, too. It's not very good, I'm a terrible healer, but it can speed things along.
[...One of those points is not like the others. For what it's worth, it manages to stir an emotion out of her through the shock that's neither anger or grief? Even if what it is instead is hard to figure out; the look on the face she turns to him is just weird, like she's just sniffed out a particularly smelly sock.
Turn her clothes and body to— Okay, Rin actually finds it fascinating he can do that. BUT:]
If you think I'm going to let you get that close and personal with Sakura, Mr. The-Wind-Tells-Me-Things, you've got another thing coming.
[She absolutely would have for the record, and were this any other time and place, delighted in his sulking. It's a rare sight with him worthy of a victory lap, or at least a good chortle, but the sound that bubbles from her mouth is more akin to a weak hiccup.
...Yet still. It's watery and falls almost as soon as it twitches into place, but that was a smile.
Wiping at her nose with her sleeve, Rin reaches quietly for the napkin he'd offered before. He's right; it will work for cleaning up Sakura at least, though it would be better if it were wetted. She'd hoped there'd be a bathroom up here a basin, but no such luck. Melted snow it is, as he suggested, though some things are on their side.]
There's a fireplace downstairs, actually. And a stove and kettle of all things. [She'd seen them when she was here with Sans the other day. This house is so strange.] Those can be used to quickly melt the snow and wave the chill out.
[Because that can't be good for her. A cool cloth to lay on her forehead, however, would be worthwhile. Rin wonders if she could find anything like that in the place she saw the kettle. Medicine would be smart as well, but specially made for a mage's sensitivities. She can't just stroll into the infirmary and find some; it would have to be specially made. That's something for when she has wits better collected, Rin decides.
But she is feeling more steady than she was moments ago. Since Zaveid arrived, she's been able to think more clearly...
Sakura's ragged gasps continue to break the silence, but this time it sparks an idea.]
Zaveid, is there anything you can do to ease her breathing?
I can clear her lungs out then see if she needs me to keep her breathing slow and steady after that. [ He doesn't really have a better way to say that. But gasping can be because she isn't exhaling properly, and he can give her a clean start on that.
But it probably will sound as scary as it sounded, so- ]
D'ya wanna get the stove going, and I can get snow after I fix her breathing?
[Rin nods and turns to go, but hesitates at the lip of the stairs before descending. Her hand lightly braced on the rail, a nagging thought making her look back at the pair.]
Zaveid? Don't do anything more intrusive than is necessary.
[This isn't like before. There's concern written on her face, in the place of untoward suspicions.]
She's weak. The membranes of her organs might have been damaged, so... Treat her gently, is what I'm saying.
[That's the most she's comfortable revealing about Sakura's condition to him, even if it begs the question of how something so extensive could happen in the first place. But it's important, so as to not make her worse; not just in light of the damage she mentioned, but knowing what inside her caused it.
If there is something to be cleared out in there, it's likely a mucus the worms would secrete to rapidly decompose Sakura's flesh for easier consumption, and what they chewed but didn't finish eating. It's a unique kind of damage, and the worms are still in there.
But Zaveid is the wind, is magic. If it's anything like hers, Sakura's body should respond more naturally to one of the Five Great Elements of their world and the energy infused in it than she would a modern medical treatment. The medicine used in such procedures too often get treated by their bodies as a poison, thanks in part to the sensitivities of a Magic Crest.
For the few moments they had switched bodies, Rin had been able to tell the worms in Sakura would be even more sensitive to such things. So with all of her options on the table, Zaveid's help stands out to her as the clear best and least likely to cause Sakura further discomfort. As long as he's careful, she doesn't think it should rile them up further.
Discovery remains less of a certain thing if they react to even that gentle invasion of the wind, but Rin can think of nothing else to minimize the chances.]
[ ... He needs to read up on some medical books? Organs have skin?
So yeah, it takes a second for him to sort of get that - organs are delicate, be extra careful. ]
... And you two have a handle on it, somehow, huh. [ ... Because apparently that's not the worst thing going on with Sakura today?? ]
But yeah, yeah, gentle breezes, I got it.
[ He was actually thinking there was something up with her not being able to exhale properly, rather than anything in there, but he steps up to settle near her head level, and perhaps ominously, put his hand a half inch or so over her mouth and nose.
And honestly, nothing really visibly happens. He's just carefully push in good, clean air until clean air starts coming back out or... something else does. ]
[Footsteps echo from the stairwell in this otherwise quiet house, and her voice with it. Reminding him.]
You're the one who decided to stay.
[Even if she puts it like that she doesn't think he'll leave now, but she lets the point stand. She didn't ask for his help in the first place, and if he doesn't like the way she handles things, no one's making him stay.
It doesn't matter that now that she has it, she's not sure what she'd do without his help. If he did go, she'd find a way on her own. Plus, Zaveid has no obligation as far as she's concerned. She wouldn't begrudge him any for getting fed up with everything she can't or doesn't know how to say.
And more that, as his Shepherd, today she must be quite the disappointment to him.
Rin walks down the first floor to heat the stove without another word.]
[...Rin doesn't reply back to it or give any sign that she heard, but that takes a good deal of the fight out of her. It's getting harder and harder to keep snapping at him.
The preparations downstairs don't take long. Rin gets the fireplace going, and works a spell to move the heat throughout the treehouse more quickly. Where normally it wouldn't likely reach the second floor, soon the bedroom will be as toasty as if the fireplace were there instead.
The stove (also wood burning) is tackled next, and she searches the cupboards as it gets going. She finds a large water pitcher filled with frozen water that will need to be dumped out, as well as the tea kettle she saw before.
The former was brought back up to Zaveid without much comment from Rin. Switching places at Sakura's side, she'd let him gather the snow and melt it down. The whole affair took about fifteen minutes, and now both have returned.
While her clothes are still stained (she has a spell for that she can use later), the blood has been wiped clean from Sakura's jaw and face. Rin's hand too, leaving nothing more than an angry red line as her flesh starts to knit back together. The floors and walls she'll worry about another time, as well as the blade she saw brought in from the snow. Currently, they're on their second clean kettle of water, used to wet down a dish cloth Rin found in the kitchen which she lays now on her sister's head.
Aside from where instruction was needed, she hasn't said much since she first left the room. With guilty glances replacing harsh words when she thinks Zaveid is looking, and a melancholic air around her so thick it could be a blanket, she just efficiently sees to each task and the next. The fight is definitely bleeding out of her.]
[ For someone so chatty, Zaveid seems pretty comfortable with working in silence. Maybe it's because he's still focused on Sakura's breathing, a thick breese flowing from him to her.
Or maybe he thought it would help Rin.
... it's not helping Rin. ]
I'm not mad. You can stop looking at me like you chewed on my shoes. [ Zaveid carries a chair over then finds himself another to plonk into.]
You said her organs were in rough shape, but we're focusing on the fever. So, you aren't worried about that. Means you've got a handle on it, since the fevers more of the problem.
[Well he's not the only one she has to feel guilty about, is he? There's one person in the room she can't look in the face at all.
But if Zaveid is trying to get into her good graces, he's doing well with the compliment. He's slightly off, but the confidence isn't misplaced, and to Rin it feels in its own way nostalgic to have such a partner again.]
By comparison the fever is the lesser issue, but it's an outward symptom. That makes it easier to treat.
[So her insides are still the problem, namely just for that. They're inside.
But Zaveid is right in one way still; Rin does have a plan. Tapping a knuckle to her chin, the focus she turns to the floor is one of someone deliberating on how to solve a problem.
Without looking up, she says an absurd thing in a perfectly straightforward way.]
To tell you the truth, I'd have liked to have stabilized her first, but I'm not sure how to go about shoving a jewel down an unconscious person's throat.
[...
...
...Seriously, though. Would a quick jab be enough to force it down her esophagus? Open wide and push?]
[ Remember how you asked if he was a black sheep? ]
Depends on the cut and the size.
[ Absolutely no hesitation in that answer. ]
I have a bit of power over gems, with how wind trumps earth. I could probably push one through on the wind, if the size is good. If it's small enough, water and treat it like medicine.
Reaching for the bag at her side, Rin retrieves an emerald from within it (about the size of the largest in this image). If he tunes his senses, Zaveid might recognize that the gem is rich with concentrated magical energy.]
I specialize in jewel magecraft. By storing my mana in a jewel for many days, weeks, and months, I create a magic bullet that can be used to cast high-powered spells.
[Long fingers fold over the emerald, and she looks up to Zaveid.]
In other words, once it's inside of her, I can trigger it and activate a healing spell targeting the worst of the damage.
[It'll be whiplash on her immune system, that said. Rin estimates she'll still have 1-2 weeks of recovery under her belt, but that's an improvement compared to the alternative.]
[ A low whistle. Yeah, he can.. kinda tell how much magic she's put into that. ]
Way better than I can do.
[ Zaveid's healing is shit tier healing spells. You want his healing magic for the boosts it gives, rather than the actual healing, honestly.
He steps over, trying to remember the size of the emerald with the wind and studying Sakura. ]
Tilt her right, should be fine. Maybe a bit of a scratchy throat, but then you're gunna blast healing at her so she.. might not notice, really. Until the whole healing inside out thing happens, or if she wakes up in the middle.
[ Because really, someone WOULD wake up in the middle of having a gem shoved down their throat. It's like Murphy's Law, or so he's read. ]
[If she were to be honest, this is another way in which Kirei would be useful. If you were to compare their talent, on any given day she would best him by 200%, but if you were to narrow it down to their talents in a single area... Well, then Rin could readily admit the fake priest's talent for spiritual surgery surpasses her own.
Surpassed, rather. Kirei's dead, and Rin considers herself no slouch on the basics. This won't be pretty, but it will be efficient.]
Let's hope not... [Rin mutters, but knows the chance is much higher than zero.
Sliding her hand beneath Sakura's shoulder she props her up, catching the wet towel when it slips. The young girl's head drops heavily but Rin readjusts it, and forces her mouth as wide open as she can manipulate it, pinching her cheeks roughly to pull her mouth into the proper shape.
Balanced between two fingers, the emerald is positioned in front of the 'o' of Sakura's mouth as if to line up a shot.]
[ Or someone will walk in to two people holding an unconscious girl and shoving a gem down her throat. Something like that would happen.
Zaveid tilts his head, and the air about Rin and Sakura stirs, before Zaveid reaches over and taps the gem with two fingers, just a tiny adjustment of its flight path. ]
Yup~.
[ It might feel a tiny bit lighter, as he leans back, the wind stirring about her fingers. ]
Three, two, one. [ And slowly enough that if for some reason she has second thoughts about shoving a gem down a girls throat, she's got time to say it.
Except right after one, yep, forward down Sakura's throat goes the stone, with a little flick up of the hand Zaveid had poked it with.
... Hopefully she won't choke, but that's what the guiding wind is there to prevent. Just a bit of burping later. Probably. ]
[Sakura has not so much as stirred since being placed on the bed. Almost corpse-like, except her limbs are pliant instead of rigid, and her gaze flutters continuously behind the cover of her eyelids.
That doesn't change when the jewel flies down her throat. The intrusion is noted immediately by the hosts inside her body, sentient in their own right and always on the alert to protect the Matou heir as their personal feeding ground, but the jewel is only a cut of concentrated mana. No spell has been activated yet, and it doesn't carry with it the sting of modern medicine. Sakura's eyelids flutter again, but she doesn't wake.
Instead, her body begins to twitch, unbidden reflexes and jumping muscles, because - well, that's a concentrated piece of mana, and Rin's blood was only an appetizer meant to convince the worms not to make a mess of their nest. Now that there's the potential for a new feast, the worms wrapped around the Matou girl's nerves are kept in check not by her willpower, but strangeness of the invasion. If nothing happens soon, they'll move to devour this gift]
[They won't get the chance. Not because Rin is intentionally denying them of it, mind — still an utter surprise to her, she's learned many things about the worms quickly (so much she wishes she hadn't) , but there are aspects she's failed to consider. The alien twitching gets mistaken for reflex to the intrusion.
So rather, the product of years of the Matou line's magecraft will be denied this offering by Rin's prudent nature. Rarely does a gem leave her side if it's not intended to be used instantly. And this is all for Sakura's sake.
Dropping her hand from her sister's jaw, Rin's palm hovers without touching in a trail downwards, following the emerald's descent from throat to sternum. Her fingers splay wide.]
Ein Stich, ein Naht. [The German incantation is hissed, and unseen to both of them, the gem inside Sakura glows white hot.] Zünden!
[In an instant, Rin's magic bullet shatters, the emerald casing and the magical properties of the ore are completely consumed by the magical energy inside of it. It transforms that energy, and leaves no harmful trace to hurt Sakura further.
Ignited, the spell spreads out throughout Sakura like a shockwave, her body visibly glowing for a few short seconds. It finds and touches all of the little holes the worms chewed through her — organ, muscle, and tissue — and begins working to sew each wound shut.]
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She's a strong girl, he will just... let her know about that part of the pact working bright and clear later! Right. Time to let her ... do her thing!
... She's not feeling any better. .... Okay, Zaveid really shouldn't meddle, right? There's that thing where you tell them too much, but there's also letting people stew.
And stewing is ... the exact opposite of what he needs in a vessel. Lailah would be so much better for this, her experience in having Shepherds and-
... Well.
The first hint that Zaveid is about is that the breeze stirs in some very odd patterns. Sure, the wind's always about, but there's a hint of mana to it. A hint that becomes solidified as Zaveid forms out of the air before the door, blinking at a blood trail. Yep, he had scented that right. ]
... Hey, Rin, y'need some bandages in there?
[ .... Well, that's one way to let her know he's there, right? ]
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...I'm fine.
[The response comes robotically, level and in control and her back to him.
She's not fine. Even if her distress wasn't palpable to him, the trembling in her legs and shoulders gives her away.
Still she tries. It's not whatever wound she has that must concern him, she knows; it seems too coincidental for Zaveid of all people to be here. She doesn't know what brought him, but it feels important to convince him it's not necessary.]
You can go. I don't need you here.
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The thump of him against the wall is sort of just... yeah, he's not actually gunna go anywhere, Rin. Maybe he's just staying right here for now, but... ]
So y'got the bandages covered, gotcha.
[ Light, cheerful, and full of knowing that what she just said is full of bullshit. ]
Maybe y'should know, with the whole pact thing and bein' my vessel, I kinda get a feel on if things are flippin' your day upside down. Or at least, when it's nice and settled in.
[ ... Zaveid really knows you're full of it right now Rin. He gets it - he really does, sometimes you just don't need other people to try to help, or maybe other people are gunna make it a fucking mess when they - eventually, inevitably - leave, buuut...
It is kinda, sorta, a little late to be shoving him a way. ]
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If he knows, that should make him want to be here even less she thinks, but she doesn't say it. He doesn't spell out, but she gets the message loud and clear all the same, from the reminder she's the one that signed up for this partnership, to the posture he holds himself in she catches from the corner of her eye. He won't listen to her and go no matter what she says, so Rin immediately gives up trying.
It doesn't mean she's happy about it. She feels cornered and frustrated, and wishes she could just go outside away from Zaveid and Sakura both for a minute. Just a minute to collect herself. Her eyes sting and Rin goes to wipe at them, stopping when remembering her left is still slick with blood.
She might not have bandages, like Zaveid joked, but it's not a concern to her. Her Magic Crest will heal it; already the cut is smaller than it was. She shakes her hand out like she's angry with it and steps for Sakura's bed without saying a word.]
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So Zaveid steps up a moment or two after she turned back to the bed. It's not like he immediately followed but he does stop in a calculated supportive flanking position.
And really relaxed posture.
Here's a napkin from the mess hall, Rin. ]
If y'wanna take a sec to get your head on, or straight or whatever, I can shout if she moves.
[ Any indication that he met this girl, knows her as Sakura? Not really. ]
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Rin eyes the napkin, but shakes her head adamantly. There's a gaping, longing sob in her chest, wanting nothing more than to take that offer. But if she does, she doesn't think it will go the way she planned. Her heart might break, and she'd never come back here; or worse it could harden and she'd return with her dagger.]
I can't.
[Insistent. Don't offer her those things. Shaking fingers reach out to stroke the sweaty bangs from Sakura's face; touch the back of them gently to her forehead to feel the heat.]
She's hurt badly, and has to have help right away. I need to clean her up, and do something for this fever.
[And for the damage inside left by the worms, is what she meant to say, but doesn't dare. It's Sakura's secret, not hers.]
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I can haul snow up for cooling her off, or just use air that's right off it. Don't think you want me to get a fire going up here, so it's snow melt or running for a pot of water for washing her off. Or, I can turn her body and clothing to wind for a second and anything like dirt will fall to the bed.
[ immediate, like there's not much thought to offering help. The napkin is offered again - you want to clean her up, here's something that's not a sleeve or blanket. ]
And I can heal with magic, too. It's not very good, I'm a terrible healer, but it can speed things along.
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Turn her clothes and body to— Okay, Rin actually finds it fascinating he can do that. BUT:]
If you think I'm going to let you get that close and personal with Sakura, Mr. The-Wind-Tells-Me-Things, you've got another thing coming.
[#protect-zaveids-honor-2k17 started trending.]
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[ ... He wasn't even thinking of that. ]
... You'd have said the same even if I had said "turn her to wind for a second" too, I bet....
[ .... Zaveid should change how he dresses. But, on the other hand, on older women, he is interested!! so... maybe he shouldn't. ]
... so there's just no good way to mention that. Okay, forget I said anything.
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...Yet still. It's watery and falls almost as soon as it twitches into place, but that was a smile.
Wiping at her nose with her sleeve, Rin reaches quietly for the napkin he'd offered before. He's right; it will work for cleaning up Sakura at least, though it would be better if it were wetted. She'd hoped there'd be a bathroom up here a basin, but no such luck. Melted snow it is, as he suggested, though some things are on their side.]
There's a fireplace downstairs, actually. And a stove and kettle of all things. [She'd seen them when she was here with Sans the other day. This house is so strange.] Those can be used to quickly melt the snow and wave the chill out.
[Because that can't be good for her. A cool cloth to lay on her forehead, however, would be worthwhile. Rin wonders if she could find anything like that in the place she saw the kettle. Medicine would be smart as well, but specially made for a mage's sensitivities. She can't just stroll into the infirmary and find some; it would have to be specially made. That's something for when she has wits better collected, Rin decides.
But she is feeling more steady than she was moments ago. Since Zaveid arrived, she's been able to think more clearly...
Sakura's ragged gasps continue to break the silence, but this time it sparks an idea.]
Zaveid, is there anything you can do to ease her breathing?
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But it probably will sound as scary as it sounded, so- ]
D'ya wanna get the stove going, and I can get snow after I fix her breathing?
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Zaveid? Don't do anything more intrusive than is necessary.
[This isn't like before. There's concern written on her face, in the place of untoward suspicions.]
She's weak. The membranes of her organs might have been damaged, so... Treat her gently, is what I'm saying.
[That's the most she's comfortable revealing about Sakura's condition to him, even if it begs the question of how something so extensive could happen in the first place. But it's important, so as to not make her worse; not just in light of the damage she mentioned, but knowing what inside her caused it.
If there is something to be cleared out in there, it's likely a mucus the worms would secrete to rapidly decompose Sakura's flesh for easier consumption, and what they chewed but didn't finish eating. It's a unique kind of damage, and the worms are still in there.
But Zaveid is the wind, is magic. If it's anything like hers, Sakura's body should respond more naturally to one of the Five Great Elements of their world and the energy infused in it than she would a modern medical treatment. The medicine used in such procedures too often get treated by their bodies as a poison, thanks in part to the sensitivities of a Magic Crest.
For the few moments they had switched bodies, Rin had been able to tell the worms in Sakura would be even more sensitive to such things. So with all of her options on the table, Zaveid's help stands out to her as the clear best and least likely to cause Sakura further discomfort. As long as he's careful, she doesn't think it should rile them up further.
Discovery remains less of a certain thing if they react to even that gentle invasion of the wind, but Rin can think of nothing else to minimize the chances.]
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So yeah, it takes a second for him to sort of get that - organs are delicate, be extra careful. ]
... And you two have a handle on it, somehow, huh. [ ... Because apparently that's not the worst thing going on with Sakura today?? ]
But yeah, yeah, gentle breezes, I got it.
[ He was actually thinking there was something up with her not being able to exhale properly, rather than anything in there, but he steps up to settle near her head level, and perhaps ominously, put his hand a half inch or so over her mouth and nose.
And honestly, nothing really visibly happens. He's just carefully push in good, clean air until clean air starts coming back out or... something else does. ]
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[Footsteps echo from the stairwell in this otherwise quiet house, and her voice with it. Reminding him.]
You're the one who decided to stay.
[Even if she puts it like that she doesn't think he'll leave now, but she lets the point stand. She didn't ask for his help in the first place, and if he doesn't like the way she handles things, no one's making him stay.
It doesn't matter that now that she has it, she's not sure what she'd do without his help. If he did go, she'd find a way on her own. Plus, Zaveid has no obligation as far as she's concerned. She wouldn't begrudge him any for getting fed up with everything she can't or doesn't know how to say.
And more that, as his Shepherd, today she must be quite the disappointment to him.
Rin walks down the first floor to heat the stove without another word.]
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So he just sits there, keeping an eye on the girl's breathing. ]
That wasn't quite what I meant. I'll explain better later.
[ It's a mana tinted breeze that moves over her and on out, a faint low voice that's pretty clearly Zaveid. ]
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The preparations downstairs don't take long. Rin gets the fireplace going, and works a spell to move the heat throughout the treehouse more quickly. Where normally it wouldn't likely reach the second floor, soon the bedroom will be as toasty as if the fireplace were there instead.
The stove (also wood burning) is tackled next, and she searches the cupboards as it gets going. She finds a large water pitcher filled with frozen water that will need to be dumped out, as well as the tea kettle she saw before.
The former was brought back up to Zaveid without much comment from Rin. Switching places at Sakura's side, she'd let him gather the snow and melt it down. The whole affair took about fifteen minutes, and now both have returned.
While her clothes are still stained (she has a spell for that she can use later), the blood has been wiped clean from Sakura's jaw and face. Rin's hand too, leaving nothing more than an angry red line as her flesh starts to knit back together. The floors and walls she'll worry about another time, as well as the blade she saw brought in from the snow. Currently, they're on their second clean kettle of water, used to wet down a dish cloth Rin found in the kitchen which she lays now on her sister's head.
Aside from where instruction was needed, she hasn't said much since she first left the room. With guilty glances replacing harsh words when she thinks Zaveid is looking, and a melancholic air around her so thick it could be a blanket, she just efficiently sees to each task and the next. The fight is definitely bleeding out of her.]
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Or maybe he thought it would help Rin.
... it's not helping Rin. ]
I'm not mad. You can stop looking at me like you chewed on my shoes. [ Zaveid carries a chair over then finds himself another to plonk into.]
You said her organs were in rough shape, but we're focusing on the fever. So, you aren't worried about that. Means you've got a handle on it, since the fevers more of the problem.
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But if Zaveid is trying to get into her good graces, he's doing well with the compliment. He's slightly off, but the confidence isn't misplaced, and to Rin it feels in its own way nostalgic to have such a partner again.]
By comparison the fever is the lesser issue, but it's an outward symptom. That makes it easier to treat.
[So her insides are still the problem, namely just for that. They're inside.
But Zaveid is right in one way still; Rin does have a plan. Tapping a knuckle to her chin, the focus she turns to the floor is one of someone deliberating on how to solve a problem.
Without looking up, she says an absurd thing in a perfectly straightforward way.]
To tell you the truth, I'd have liked to have stabilized her first, but I'm not sure how to go about shoving a jewel down an unconscious person's throat.
[...
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...Seriously, though. Would a quick jab be enough to force it down her esophagus? Open wide and push?]
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Depends on the cut and the size.
[ Absolutely no hesitation in that answer. ]
I have a bit of power over gems, with how wind trumps earth. I could probably push one through on the wind, if the size is good. If it's small enough, water and treat it like medicine.
[ A pause- ]
How's the gem gunna help?
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Reaching for the bag at her side, Rin retrieves an emerald from within it (about the size of the largest in this image). If he tunes his senses, Zaveid might recognize that the gem is rich with concentrated magical energy.]
I specialize in jewel magecraft. By storing my mana in a jewel for many days, weeks, and months, I create a magic bullet that can be used to cast high-powered spells.
[Long fingers fold over the emerald, and she looks up to Zaveid.]
In other words, once it's inside of her, I can trigger it and activate a healing spell targeting the worst of the damage.
[It'll be whiplash on her immune system, that said. Rin estimates she'll still have 1-2 weeks of recovery under her belt, but that's an improvement compared to the alternative.]
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Way better than I can do.
[ Zaveid's healing is shit tier healing spells. You want his healing magic for the boosts it gives, rather than the actual healing, honestly.
He steps over, trying to remember the size of the emerald with the wind and studying Sakura. ]
Tilt her right, should be fine. Maybe a bit of a scratchy throat, but then you're gunna blast healing at her so she.. might not notice, really. Until the whole healing inside out thing happens, or if she wakes up in the middle.
[ Because really, someone WOULD wake up in the middle of having a gem shoved down their throat. It's like Murphy's Law, or so he's read. ]
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Surpassed, rather. Kirei's dead, and Rin considers herself no slouch on the basics. This won't be pretty, but it will be efficient.]
Let's hope not... [Rin mutters, but knows the chance is much higher than zero.
Sliding her hand beneath Sakura's shoulder she props her up, catching the wet towel when it slips. The young girl's head drops heavily but Rin readjusts it, and forces her mouth as wide open as she can manipulate it, pinching her cheeks roughly to pull her mouth into the proper shape.
Balanced between two fingers, the emerald is positioned in front of the 'o' of Sakura's mouth as if to line up a shot.]
Ready, Zaveid?
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Zaveid tilts his head, and the air about Rin and Sakura stirs, before Zaveid reaches over and taps the gem with two fingers, just a tiny adjustment of its flight path. ]
Yup~.
[ It might feel a tiny bit lighter, as he leans back, the wind stirring about her fingers. ]
Three, two, one. [ And slowly enough that if for some reason she has second thoughts about shoving a gem down a girls throat, she's got time to say it.
Except right after one, yep, forward down Sakura's throat goes the stone, with a little flick up of the hand Zaveid had poked it with.
... Hopefully she won't choke, but that's what the guiding wind is there to prevent. Just a bit of burping later. Probably. ]
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That doesn't change when the jewel flies down her throat. The intrusion is noted immediately by the hosts inside her body, sentient in their own right and always on the alert to protect the Matou heir as their personal feeding ground, but the jewel is only a cut of concentrated mana. No spell has been activated yet, and it doesn't carry with it the sting of modern medicine. Sakura's eyelids flutter again, but she doesn't wake.
Instead, her body begins to twitch, unbidden reflexes and jumping muscles, because - well, that's a concentrated piece of mana, and Rin's blood was only an appetizer meant to convince the worms not to make a mess of their nest. Now that there's the potential for a new feast, the worms wrapped around the Matou girl's nerves are kept in check not by her willpower, but strangeness of the invasion. If nothing happens soon, they'll move to devour this gift]
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So rather, the product of years of the Matou line's magecraft will be denied this offering by Rin's prudent nature. Rarely does a gem leave her side if it's not intended to be used instantly. And this is all for Sakura's sake.
Dropping her hand from her sister's jaw, Rin's palm hovers without touching in a trail downwards, following the emerald's descent from throat to sternum. Her fingers splay wide.]
Ein Stich, ein Naht. [The German incantation is hissed, and unseen to both of them, the gem inside Sakura glows white hot.] Zünden!
[In an instant, Rin's magic bullet shatters, the emerald casing and the magical properties of the ore are completely consumed by the magical energy inside of it. It transforms that energy, and leaves no harmful trace to hurt Sakura further.
Ignited, the spell spreads out throughout Sakura like a shockwave, her body visibly glowing for a few short seconds. It finds and touches all of the little holes the worms chewed through her — organ, muscle, and tissue — and begins working to sew each wound shut.]
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