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∞ 53: Those in the dark [action/accidental sound]

[A bedraggled figure slowly drags himself towards the edge of the village, swaying dangerously every few steps and having to stop to recover. Spatters of blood mar the normally white portions of his coat and darken the deep gray sections. Bloody strips of material hang loosely around his neck in place of his scarf, pulled loose after nearly suffocating on too tightly-wrapped bandages.

On Albert's forehead is a mark, dark against his pale skin. He finally kneels after swaying just a little too much, nearly collapsing as his head aches.

His journal drops from somewhere above, and the hooting of a small owl can be heard.]

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[Oh Raine, forgive your grumpy housemate. You can always blame the presence of the little owl that can somehow fly through closed windows. Albert tenses as the tender, damaged skin is cleaned, but he doesn't fall into another coughing fit.]

[She continues to clean the area as gently as possible. There are many questions -- how recent was the last stitching in regards to his release, among other things -- but getting it sanitized is the priority. And bandaged once more, but not to the point of near suffocation. Again, she casts a healing spell, to help keep his body at ease as she works.]

First aid.

[She reaches for the bandages.]

[He closes his eyes as the healing spell washes over him again. Raine is almost done, he tells himself. You can sleep after she's finished. He takes a deeper breath, which rattles in his throat.]

I'm going to use a salve, Albert. This might feel a little cold.

[Leaving the bandages next to him, she takes out a cream salve. Raine knows she's going to have to apply this carefully around the area; she's concerned the sensation may lead to another reaction, despite the stabilizing spells.]

[His breaths come faster and more uneven as the salve is applied. He winces visibly, but manages to keep down his attempts at moans and groans. As long as he doesn't try to speak, he won't rupture something. Instead, he tilts his head back against his pillow more, which serves to pull taut the cuts in his neck.]

[Raine winces herself, but keeps her movements as steady as possible, hoping that the rhythm would help sooth his attempts as well. Slow and steady, but eventually that part is done, though she waits for him to gather himself. One thing at a time; bandages next, and then she can clean his face a bit.]

It won't be much longer now.

[He nods slightly, his breathing return to a regular rhythm as Raine's hands leave with the salve. He looks at Raine blearily, his lips a wry frown.]

You can rest soon enough. I'll get you a fresh shirt, before you do.

[And he'll get that salve treatment every day, so hopefully that process will get easier. She moves to start carefully wrapping. It probably would be easier were he sitting up, but she manages.]

[He still has to move slightly as Raine's hands slip behind his neck to secure each wrapping, but this is more tolerable than the salve. His eyes flicker shut again, and he doesn't open his eyes again until the bandaging is finished.]

[She nods when his eyes open again, grabbing a towel again to get those last traces of blood on any exposed areas, and wipes her own hands with a fresh one, adding it to the pile. So much blood, and now she has to clean that up too.]

... All right. A shirt then. Or would you rather deal with that later, and have just a blanket for now?

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[Albert nods, though the motion is now very stiff because of the secured bandages. He motions towards an extra blanket at the foot of his bed.]

[She nods. They can deal with the shirt at another time. She moves to get the blanket instead, delicately unfolding it and smoothly drawing it up around him.]

[Albert rests his arms over the blanket, much more comfortable but understandably tired. He looks at Raine before mouthing words that he can't say.

"Thank you."

And his eyes slide shut again.]

[Raine's fingers remain lingering on the edge of the blanket for a few moments more as she looks down at him, something akin to tenderness visible in her expression, not that he can see that.]

... you're welcome, Albert. Rest well.

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