We did what we could, but.whatever happened, we couldn't undo all of it.” Lumin's lips turned upwards into a smile, the habit automatic. “You've had a horrible experience, miss Lumin. “Water?” Her throat felt parched, her lips felt cracked.Ī cool flask was placed at her lips, and she drank greedily. She took a deep breath, and stilled, blinking. She heard Jhaerkh's voice in her head, that same speech she had replayed a thousand times, about how she was Asmodian, and she must never harm her people. A moment later, the years of her training under the Archons of Malice kicked in, and she calmed. Remao, as if sensing something awry, lifted her hand. The desire was strong, a pulsing, purring need inside of her. The touch drove a spike of hate into her brain, and her first coherent thought was an image of her biting one of the healer's fingers off, and swallowing it. Remao immediately placed a hand on the assassin's forehead, and in a calming tone, spoke soft words of peace. Like she had fallen asleep on her leg, only it was everywhere. Lumin pulled at the bonds that kept her down, her body aching, but otherwise seeming.somewhat numb. Instead of Bhavya's cold, ice-eyes, though, she saw the warm orbs of one of Danuar Spire's master healer, Remao. When her eyes flit open, she could feel the bindings on her wrist, and she screamed. You've done what you can.” He turned, and marched off, grim-faced. If that happens, I don't want her causing any harm to anyone else. I'll post a guard detail – the reports I've received tell me that the subjects of Ide Infusion usually go berserk. “Keep her bed-bound for the moment, then. “Only Lord Marchutan could divine whether she'll be alright.” “I do not think what's fused to her essence will spread, but I don't really know what, if any, effect it'll have on her.” The soulhealer gave them both a helpless look. If the corruption has been stopped enough.” The cleric glanced to the soulhealer, who was rising, taking a cloth out to blot the sweat on her dark forehead. She capped the vial of idgel fluid, and rose, looking over at where the Commander was watching. Or worse.” She bit her lower lip, and Remao nodded. If I tried to remove it, it might kill her. As a final droplet of the substance appeared in her palm, she broke her trance, looking to the wide eyes of Remao. Kelta tugged again at the ephemeral, spiritual energy of the stricken daeva, but she was beginning to realize that she had done all that she could – they had stopped the Ide from corrupting the girl, but it couldn't be wholly seperated from her, either. He hated seeing any of his soldier's die, Aion knew – but this was somehow worse. He'd had enough dealings with this particular assassin to know that the loss of her expertise in these new lands would be an actual setback. Commander Vard watched on in silence, his craggy features knit into a dire expression, one clawed hand holding the draperies about the bivouac open just enough that he could stand at the edge, watching. But the ravages it had had were obvious to anyone that had known the vibrant girl beforehand. Every crystaline drop of the substance that she gathered from the daeva's soul slowly materialized in her physical palm, and was carefully siphoned into a vial by Remao, who could no longer work on healing the daeva's hurts without having the girl's soul tended.ĭrop by drop, the glowing substance was siphoned out of Lumin's soul, and out of her body. Every time she touched the spirit-ide, it hurt, but she was diligent. With the greatest care, she reached out invisible fingers, touching the assassin's spirit, drawing out the poison that had infused itself with her soul. Sweat dripped from the healers brow as she concentrated, eyes closed, her mind gliding within the energies that surrounded the malformed girl. The physical effects were terrible, but they paled in comparison to what Kelta saw in the girl's aetheric essence. Together, over the four days since the girl's reformation at the Obelisk, they had healed the worst of it – the girl's flesh had been bubbling with ide crystals, but Remao had managed to siphon the ide that boiled through the assassin's bloodstream. Kelta had had to have her assistants man the Danuar Spire Obelisk – no one in Katalam was trained to deal with the amount of trouble that this daeva Lumin was in, but Ketla and Remao were among the best. The dark-skinned soulhealer knelt next to her charge – both hers and Remao's, one of the Fatebound's finest healers. The other daevas did not need to see what was happening to their comrade. The Archons had managed to hang some draperies about the bivouac, and for that, Kelta was thankful.
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