>>5954751>>5954761>Healing magicThe chosen means of healing were of the arcane.
She would be reconstituted as herself, unadulterated.
the only fear that she would remember too much.
And as you started preparations Milagros began to leave, knowing she was not needed.
She did make a final joke before disappearing.
“From a paladin of justice to a broken warrior and now a submissive toy. You really made her follow Qothos footsteps. I hope you die screaming, human.”
[You have earned the animosity of Milagros; You will never benefit from one of her miracles and will be more vulnerable to harm from them]
[The Godling has left your care, Milagros has taken her in]
You paid the god no mind, you had work to do.
The spell was not too complex, just large.
So many runes drawn over her body, covering scars old and new.
Flora ended up coming back to help you, even if only to not fall into worst graces.
And once the tedious process was done, it only took pouring aberrance into the circuit.
Colorful bands and curtains of light stretching across her skin.
Vibrant and dancing displays seeping into the flesh, only to leave you waiting for something else to happen.
And then she rose up quickly, awakening in a cold sweat.
In the state of panic she almost fell from the stretcher, hands reaching for a weapon that was no longer in her person.
You were forced to hold her, grabbing her from her shoulders, making her stop.
She looked up, her eyes finally adjusting to the light.
A constant stream of tears waking its way down.
There was a moment of recognition, your altered appearance not confusing her.
and she latched on to you.
She grabbed on to you, burying her face in your chest and dampening with weeping.
Between her bawling cries you could hear her speak.
“I’m done now, I’m done. I can't do it.”
Rakta was cured, but the noble warrior had never left the dungeons.
Still trapped in the suffering.
…
It took her a few hours to stop crying, and then just held you in silence for more.
She only let go when sleep forced her, something she had been trying to escape.
You could tell she was reliving the experience in dreams, she raked her nails though her skin.
A few bouts of semi consciousness before the nightmare took her again.
You started making plans for her recovery, arcane or medical.
A detail you notice while in her delirious state is that she was apologizing.
To whom, you didn't know.
It was the middle of the night and felt trapped still within the hospital room.
Once you made sure Rakta had someone watching her over, you took a stroll trying to clear your head.
Who do you find on your moonlit walk?
>Jericho, the elven student, mulling over some thoughts.>Emilia, on another midnight looting.>The Mothman, doing mothman things?>[Stop the filler, lets make a time jump towards content][Jump 3 days forward in time]>Write inNote: I could not figure out how to draw Anon so I will leave it at that.
