[ A scarf currently pulls back Claire's silver hair, but the dim moon-like glow is just visible as she makes her way closer to the young woman. Visually, simply by the way she's carrying herself, Claire can tell there are likely broken ribs, and if her arm isn't broken, the shoulder is out of socket. Her expression does nothing to hide the question that falls from her lips as she takes in the bruising around her neck, the likely broken nose. ]
What in Christ's name happened to you?
[ She can heal all of this, but not forcefully. Instead, she leads the way into her cottage where the smell of warm spices and apples permeate the air. The house is cozy, with an abundance of plants everywhere one looks. The main room has a couch and recliner, and a small collection of books she's been working on growing. Mostly they're about botany or anatomy, but there's some fiction, and a few cookbooks. Claire has the young woman sit in a chair pulled away from her round kitchen table, before grabbing her medical kit and using a chair to sit directly in front of her. ]
I'm Claire. And I'm not going to touch you without your permission, but I am going to...[ She exhales, and then simply holds out her hands, hovering gently in front of her, slowly following the lines of Daisy's body in the air. She decides not to over-explain and simply closes her eyes, concentrating. There's so much wrong, and she drops her hands, looking directly at her, not sugar coating. ] I believe if you don't let me help you, you're going to have bones that don't heal correctly, causing lasting pain, possibly nerve damage and numbness in your fingertips. That's nothing to say of the pain you must be in now.
[ Her voice softens and she decides to hold off on offering magic, to see how far she can get using baby steps and patience. ]
I can give you something for the pain. Would you allow me to feel your arm to understand what's happening there?
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What in Christ's name happened to you?
[ She can heal all of this, but not forcefully. Instead, she leads the way into her cottage where the smell of warm spices and apples permeate the air. The house is cozy, with an abundance of plants everywhere one looks. The main room has a couch and recliner, and a small collection of books she's been working on growing. Mostly they're about botany or anatomy, but there's some fiction, and a few cookbooks. Claire has the young woman sit in a chair pulled away from her round kitchen table, before grabbing her medical kit and using a chair to sit directly in front of her. ]
I'm Claire. And I'm not going to touch you without your permission, but I am going to...[ She exhales, and then simply holds out her hands, hovering gently in front of her, slowly following the lines of Daisy's body in the air. She decides not to over-explain and simply closes her eyes, concentrating. There's so much wrong, and she drops her hands, looking directly at her, not sugar coating. ] I believe if you don't let me help you, you're going to have bones that don't heal correctly, causing lasting pain, possibly nerve damage and numbness in your fingertips. That's nothing to say of the pain you must be in now.
[ Her voice softens and she decides to hold off on offering magic, to see how far she can get using baby steps and patience. ]
I can give you something for the pain. Would you allow me to feel your arm to understand what's happening there?