>>6082143The changeling's form convulses once again to the form of a small fish as it jumps off the ledge. It's too bad that it isn't fast enough, though, as with a bit of magic to increase your speed you’re able to dive forward, grab the fish, and throw it as hard as you can to the nearest wall. You learn something new at the impact; changelings revert to their true form when unconscious. They also tend to bleed a lot. Doubly so when missing a hand, and with an open shoulder wound. "Marie! Dig the bullet out while I heal its stump!" You shout before exerting all the healing magic you can, praying you can knit its flesh together before it expires.
"Wait- I don't- Argh, dammit!" She yells before you see her kneel at the changeling's other side out of your peripheral vision. You realize she lacks adequate equipment as she reaches into the wound with her fingers. Out of pity, you give her one of your daggers, not Albrecht’s Stiletto, before resuming your task.
By the time the stump has come together enough so that the bleeding is manageable, you unclasp your shoulder cap and tie it around the stump before rotating the pale creature onto its back and begin healing the scorch marks left from Marie’s blast. Seems the wound expanded proportionally from when it was hit as a rat and much of the purple robes are irreparable. It's only when you're halfway through that Marie finally finishes getting the remnants of the bullet out of its shoulder, and you're forced to heal two wounds at the same time. It is taxing and time-consuming work, but the soft breath and pulse of the changeling reassure you it isn't all for nothing. Especially as it keeps breathing once its wounds are closed. It’s only then do you allow yourself to sit and relax, absolutely covered in blood and sitting between a corpse and what just might become one if not brought to a more advanced healer. What? You're a mageknight, not a doctor; you only know a little more than how to knit wounds on the field, not any advanced healing magics.
"Do you mind, or are you too exhausted?" Marie says while sitting down on her knees in front of you, gesturing to the lighter wounds on her person. They’re not exactly huge, but definitely painful, and nowhere near lethal. The process of healing this is honestly more relaxing than anything, even if it takes up until the very last drop of your mana. You need a nap severely, but taking one here would be a bad idea.
Then, Marie decides to playfully bump your shoulder and gesture to your state and the changeling, "See, you are a softie."
"Marie?"
"Yeah?"
"Be quiet."
"Yes, ma'am!"
