Re: [Open] Actions and Consequences
Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2018 12:35 pm
26 Vortas 2718
Evening
Evening
Agatha followed Rhys silently, her brain processing the fact that Gale had a half-sibling. Aggie wasn't really surprised, to be honest, knowing that Yelenn had a life before she ended up with Beckett. But the woman had never spoken of it and Aggie had never pushed.
Some things were meant to kept in the past.
But Aggie would definitely have to try to get more information out of Rhys. She didn't expect she would be successful, but it was clear that this man was going to be part of her life, at least peripherally. She hadn't abandoned Gale over all these years, and she'd be damned if she was going to abandon the child now that they suddenly had a new family member.
Once Rhys reached the apartment, Aggie nodded seriously to each of the people in the apartment. "Of course, sonny. Here," she said simply to Allen's question, before bending down and tearing off the bottom tier of her skirt, revealing the petticoat underneath. "Wouldn't want to have to cut up your blankets or towels, would we? If you have a spare pot and can boil this, it'd work for bandaging. 5 minutes should be enough, since it's icy out rather than muddy," she said.
While Odette and Allen took care of gathering supplies, occasionally handing her something, Aggie dug in her purse and pulled out some supplies. She hoped the... Galdor? Wick?... She hoped Rhys had enough skill to stop the bleeding, but she didn't assume anything. Her stitching supplies came out, along with styptic powder and a small vial of morphine. It would be enough to ease Gale's pain, but not nearly enough to knock them unconscious, much less cause an overdose.
As Rhys described Gale's injuries, Aggie pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, small stress lines revealing themselves. "If you're going to disinfect, I won't worry about cleaning them until I'm stitching," Aggie said, murmured. "Don't want to disturb the wound more than necessary."
Then, she fell silent while Rhys started his magic.
She frowned at the feeling of his magic. Rhys had to be at least a Wick if he was related to Gale, but this... this wasn't Wick magic. She had been around Wicks and had felt their magic and this was different.
"What is he? What's his story?" Aggie wondered as the seconds and minutes ticked away, moving as slow as molasses. She didn't ask herself if she could trust Rhys. At this point, it was a moot question.
Once Rhys collapsed into the cot, Aggie stepped forward, picking up the vial of morphine. She opened the vial and held it up to Gale's lips, pouring it in slowly as she stroked her nephew's throat lightly to encourage them to swallow. Then she started carefully cleaning the wounds and stitching them with a steady hand, her stitches neat, tiny, and precise.
"If you have broth, Allen, I suspect that Rhys would appreciate it right about now," she suggested as she stitched. She had seen someone push themselves too far magically before and, even if Rhys didn't want the broth right this second, he would probably want it soon.
Some things were meant to kept in the past.
But Aggie would definitely have to try to get more information out of Rhys. She didn't expect she would be successful, but it was clear that this man was going to be part of her life, at least peripherally. She hadn't abandoned Gale over all these years, and she'd be damned if she was going to abandon the child now that they suddenly had a new family member.
Once Rhys reached the apartment, Aggie nodded seriously to each of the people in the apartment. "Of course, sonny. Here," she said simply to Allen's question, before bending down and tearing off the bottom tier of her skirt, revealing the petticoat underneath. "Wouldn't want to have to cut up your blankets or towels, would we? If you have a spare pot and can boil this, it'd work for bandaging. 5 minutes should be enough, since it's icy out rather than muddy," she said.
While Odette and Allen took care of gathering supplies, occasionally handing her something, Aggie dug in her purse and pulled out some supplies. She hoped the... Galdor? Wick?... She hoped Rhys had enough skill to stop the bleeding, but she didn't assume anything. Her stitching supplies came out, along with styptic powder and a small vial of morphine. It would be enough to ease Gale's pain, but not nearly enough to knock them unconscious, much less cause an overdose.
As Rhys described Gale's injuries, Aggie pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, small stress lines revealing themselves. "If you're going to disinfect, I won't worry about cleaning them until I'm stitching," Aggie said, murmured. "Don't want to disturb the wound more than necessary."
Then, she fell silent while Rhys started his magic.
She frowned at the feeling of his magic. Rhys had to be at least a Wick if he was related to Gale, but this... this wasn't Wick magic. She had been around Wicks and had felt their magic and this was different.
"What is he? What's his story?" Aggie wondered as the seconds and minutes ticked away, moving as slow as molasses. She didn't ask herself if she could trust Rhys. At this point, it was a moot question.
Once Rhys collapsed into the cot, Aggie stepped forward, picking up the vial of morphine. She opened the vial and held it up to Gale's lips, pouring it in slowly as she stroked her nephew's throat lightly to encourage them to swallow. Then she started carefully cleaning the wounds and stitching them with a steady hand, her stitches neat, tiny, and precise.
"If you have broth, Allen, I suspect that Rhys would appreciate it right about now," she suggested as she stitched. She had seen someone push themselves too far magically before and, even if Rhys didn't want the broth right this second, he would probably want it soon.