Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Sept 23, 2015 8:34:35 GMT
Skye had to wake sometime... The morning after had passed in a blur. They took refuge in the woods, terrified of EIRAL retaliation, just as afraid of a shadow beast attack, neither of which came to pass, and so help was informed of their hiding place and came swiftly. the M.I. Delivered fastest, either because they had positioned people for specifically that purpose, or because they were the nearest to their hideaway. She wasn't sure, she hadn't cared at the time. All that mattered was that she got the help she needed up the hills to the sky harbor where they could safely stow away their refugees on her flag ship the IRONDREAD. As often as she was out to sea, her place was in the sky. And now so was his.
She didn't allow him to lay in the infirmary. She needed him where she could keep a continuous eye on him, so she instructed he be bedded in her cabin and that the doctors Fulke Sr. and Jr. visit him there. Both human and magical medical treatments were tried, though the magical applications were a bit too little too late by that time. He'd have to heal the natural way. She waited by his bedside as long as she could, leaving only to attend to BoR needs, specifically to receive news of the martial law decree and news of the EIRAL barracks attack. Her father had been spotted at the sea docks searching for her, but she could not be bothered now. First thing was first... make sure Skye regained consciousness. She had to see this through, all the way.
Once more she was seated behind her desk, her eyes wandering every so often to his prone form in her bed. She brushed her bangs from her face and cradled her forehead in her palm with her elbow propped on the desk for support. Her cabin door was shut and locked, in case anyone felt the need to forget their manners and forgo knocking. One too many times of that taught her better than to leave it unlocked these days. The anxiety... nerves... stress... sorrow... everything caught up to her in the silence, and all the willpower to stay calm, remain steady, be strong... all of that ran dry. She leaned into her hand and covered her mouth with the other as a sob careened up her throat. Then another. She leaned back in her chair and swiped at her eyes as tears began to roll. Cait took a deep, shaky breath, barked out a small laugh at herself, then began to cry in earnest. She had nothing left. The strength ran out and she was scraped bare.
She didn't allow him to lay in the infirmary. She needed him where she could keep a continuous eye on him, so she instructed he be bedded in her cabin and that the doctors Fulke Sr. and Jr. visit him there. Both human and magical medical treatments were tried, though the magical applications were a bit too little too late by that time. He'd have to heal the natural way. She waited by his bedside as long as she could, leaving only to attend to BoR needs, specifically to receive news of the martial law decree and news of the EIRAL barracks attack. Her father had been spotted at the sea docks searching for her, but she could not be bothered now. First thing was first... make sure Skye regained consciousness. She had to see this through, all the way.
Once more she was seated behind her desk, her eyes wandering every so often to his prone form in her bed. She brushed her bangs from her face and cradled her forehead in her palm with her elbow propped on the desk for support. Her cabin door was shut and locked, in case anyone felt the need to forget their manners and forgo knocking. One too many times of that taught her better than to leave it unlocked these days. The anxiety... nerves... stress... sorrow... everything caught up to her in the silence, and all the willpower to stay calm, remain steady, be strong... all of that ran dry. She leaned into her hand and covered her mouth with the other as a sob careened up her throat. Then another. She leaned back in her chair and swiped at her eyes as tears began to roll. Cait took a deep, shaky breath, barked out a small laugh at herself, then began to cry in earnest. She had nothing left. The strength ran out and she was scraped bare.