Harrow would never admit it, but she agrees. Watching Gideon stitch back together from the inside out is a little bit gross. Even worse, the sight of the flesh magician's hands inside the wound, touching Gideon's viscera, has a horrible protective jealousy rearing inside of her and roaring. Gideon's fingers crack under the pressure of Harrow's grip.
The big gulps of air are encouraging, and the medics look on with approval. Harrow feels a breath come rushing out of her that she didn't realize she'd been holding... until Gideon tries to stand and promptly loses consciousness.
"Nav-!" Her throat burns with the effort of shouting, which is pointless anyway because Gideon is already crumpling into the nearest officer's arms.
It takes two of them to hoist the cavalier into a bathroom, where Harrow insists on cleaning her up herself. Medical assistants be damned, this is her cavalier! So when Gideon comes-to she will find herself laid out on towels on tiles, a pillow under her head, her modesty maintained only with more towels, and harrow insistently but gently cleaning the blood and battle and who knows what else off of Gideon's chest where the wound used to be. The necromancer is deeply concentrated, eyebrows pinched, and dressed down to shorts and her bandeaux.
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Harrow would never admit it, but she agrees. Watching Gideon stitch back together from the inside out is a little bit gross. Even worse, the sight of the flesh magician's hands inside the wound, touching Gideon's viscera, has a horrible protective jealousy rearing inside of her and roaring. Gideon's fingers crack under the pressure of Harrow's grip.
The big gulps of air are encouraging, and the medics look on with approval. Harrow feels a breath come rushing out of her that she didn't realize she'd been holding... until Gideon tries to stand and promptly loses consciousness.
"Nav-!" Her throat burns with the effort of shouting, which is pointless anyway because Gideon is already crumpling into the nearest officer's arms.
It takes two of them to hoist the cavalier into a bathroom, where Harrow insists on cleaning her up herself. Medical assistants be damned, this is her cavalier! So when Gideon comes-to she will find herself laid out on towels on tiles, a pillow under her head, her modesty maintained only with more towels, and harrow insistently but gently cleaning the blood and battle and who knows what else off of Gideon's chest where the wound used to be. The necromancer is deeply concentrated, eyebrows pinched, and dressed down to shorts and her bandeaux.