The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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The rustling outside gave away where she was. Perhaps she was relieving herself or doing whatever else she needed to do. Wash her face and hands in a puddle of water? At some stage he would have to do the same. If only he could find the energy.
His hand, that was dangling over the edge of the bed, had brushed Sages ears,who was right next to him. Under his touch her could feel the short fur and slight movement, so he lifted his head a little. "You're still here?" He croaked because his throat was dry. "Watching me, aren't you?"
On cue he heard Ettas footsteps against the still damp ground, making slurping sounds whenever she stepped into a muddier spot.
Then she was in the door frame. Right now Fox couldn't decide whether to be happy to see her or not because he knew his state would worry her and she'd want to start prodding.
Then her hands were on his neck. Instinctively he wrap his own hand around her wrist with a firm grip and pulled them away with more force than necessary. That kind of motion had always been one to choke your opponent and he instinctively reacted before he knew what she was doing.
Realizing what he had just done, he muttered. "Sorry, I though you were going to cho....never mind."
Even from the brief touch she had managed to get before he yanked her hands away from him, Etta could feel the tension beneath his skin as well as the flush of fever, and she frowned down at him. She didn't mind the reaction--people were often instinctive and grumpy when they were unwell, and it was even a good sign that at least he had the strength to object--but she knew the time for being firm had arrived.
"Lie back down," she told him. "I'm going to check those stitches now, and I don't want you to move until I say you can."
She fetched the pot of herbs from the night--at least they'd been infusing for hours, so the mixture was plenty strong, if cold. Cold was probably better, if his wounds were feeling warm, and the stitches were bound to itch as they began to heal.
Etta made a pad out of some of what was left of her second shirt and dipped the clean cloth in the herbal mixture before she went back to Fox, tugging at the waistband of his pants to expose his hip so she could hold the compress against it.
It was the first time she had spoken to him like that, firm and decisive. Fox was impressed and stunned for a moment. But his instincts told him to object. "I need to pi**." He told her in a low, grumbling tone. But when he looked up at her, he knew there was no room for discussions- at least none, which he could win with the little strength he had. "Give me a moment, please." With some effort he got up, taking a moment to let the vision return before he slowly padded his way outside and did his business awefuly close to the hut. He lifted his head to see whether he could spot the wolves but they remained hidden for now, so he returned to the clammy inside of the cabin. His face felt hot, so the coolness in here was welcome.
Then he followed her orders, laid down and gave her access to his hip. "Now you can have a look. Just a look. It doesn't feel right." Still Sage was sitting there, looking at him, which made him a little nervous. "Why is her gaze fixed on me?"
He pushed past her, and Etta wasn't about to wrestle an injured man, but her pursed lips showed her displeasure when he returned, and she wasted no time pressing the cool wet cloth to the stitches, where the skin was red and angry-looking.
"Next time you need a piss, you're going in a bowl," she told him. "I don't want you walking on this leg until we've got the fever under control. You should have let me do this last night..." but she knew scolding wasn't going to get anything done, now. She had to be stronger, and not let herself be swayed from what she knew was right, as a healer, even if Fox wasn't in the mood or didn't understand. "I'll explain everything I'm doing, if you want me to, but this needs to be treated now, and correctly."
Leaving the cloth sitting over his hip so the herbs could soak into the skin, she went to start preparing something he could drink to help bring his fever down, her back to him as she deftly began gathering items out of her well-organized pack.
"Sage was keeping an eye on you while I was outside," she said. "To make sure you were alright. Rather like your wolves were watching me, I think."
Without warning Etta pressed a wet cloth against the the middle of the claw marks and almost made him jump off the bed. Everything inside him tense up, every muscle in his legs, butt and abs flexed as a reaction to the pain radiating from that area. A half suppressed groan escaped him, followed by. "That hurt." It took more than just a few breaths for the pain to become lesser and Nord gripped the blanket he was laying on. "You said you would explain everything....FIRST!"
When Etta demanded that he should piss in a bowl, Nord didn't know whether he should laugh or scowl at her. Was she serious? "Goodness, woman, you're so demanding." He said but let her do what she was about to do anyway. Even though he had his doubts that the stitches, that she'd pulled the skin together with were the best choice, he still trusted her knowledge about healing, though.
"Maybe." He said when she suggested last night would have been better. Then he watched her prepare her herbs and clothes. "Yes, but I don't command the wolves. Not all the time. They do it because they think I'm part of their pack." His glassy eyes found Sage again but the cougar seemed unimpressed now. Probably happy she got away without a fever.
Fox felt the fabric on his skin get warmer and adapt to his body temperature. So he lifted it to have a peek under it. "Are you confident you can treat this?" It wasn't like he had a lot of choices. To make it back to Lorendales bigger towns and find a doctor would take more strength than he had right now. Hopefully Etta was as good as the men of Lorendale, who studied medicine for many years.
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"It's going to hurt," said Etta, though she could see the warning came a little late. When she was flustered, when she didn't know if she'd have time and cooperation to do what she needed to do, her usual patience for explaining fell by the wayside. She knew it wasn't entirely fair, even if her intentions were good. "I'm sorry it does."
She continued with her work, finding a sense of calm in measuring out the herbs, in knowing what she had to do, and doing it. It was the opposite of chaos, and a part of why she loved her work so much. When order and reason could be applied to an illness, an injury, and bring the body back to a state of health and healing, it felt good.
Could she treat this?
"Yes," she said simply, looking Fox in the eye with a smile she hoped was reassuring.
Only when she went to peel back the cloth, already growing warm from his skin, and wring it out over the pot of cooled boiled poplar bark and gentian root before she soaked it again and re-applied it over the stitches, did she consider what he had said about not commanding the wolves all the time.
"...if the wolves aren't under your control, why didn't they attack me when I was outside?" she asked, baffled, though grateful that they hadn't. If she hadn't assumed Fox had given some kind of order and had it obeyed, she might have been far less willing to skip around for an hour picking berries.
Her confidence in her abilities calmed Nord down to some extend. He still wasn't completely sure, especially given how terrible he felt at the moment, but something told him that Etta would do her best and that she had what it took to manage his wound.
The second time she didn't press the cloth down but only let it soak into the crusts, so Fox relaxed a bit and wasn't on full tension anymore. "Because they saw that you are my friend. You showed them and I told them. They understand." He explained while keeping his gaze at the door, wondering whether he could spot one of them through the gap. "I never command them. I tell them what I want and usually my will overrules theirs, sometimes it doesn't. I might command them but I don't control them. They're free animals." That was a strange idea to him, was that what she did with Sage? "Do you control Sage?"
He turned a little to see what she was doing and when she lifted the cloth again, he asked. "Let me have a look." Even he could tell that the red swelling wasn't good. What was more concerning was the puss, that was visible in the deeper areas between her handy work. "That doesn't look good. I know."
His mood took another dive because he had seen men, who had lost limbs like this. Loosing your hip wasn't possible and the conclusion was more than bleak.
He tried to hide his despair to the best of his abilities. "What if...."
"Shh," Etta knew too well the worries people had when they were hurt, and she brushed a hand over Fox's feverish forehead, the pad of her thumb stroking softly against his face in a comforting gesture. She was worried, yes, but she wasn't about to lose all hope, and neither should he. "You're strong, and I know what I'm doing," she told him. "These are astringent herbs, they'll draw out the infection and cool down the skin as I keep washing it. I'll make you something to drink to keep the fever down, but a little bit of fever will help your body drive the infection out, as well."
She didn't turn her head towards Sage, but sent a thought to her, asking her to slip out of the hut and look for a water-source. There had to be one close by, or else who would have built a shelter, here?
"I don't control Sage, no," she said as she continued to rinse the stitches with the herb mixture. "But we are one heart. Generally we each want to do what the other asks, if it will make them happy, because...because it's our happiness. Sometimes we don't agree...but we never really argue." Sage did have a disgruntled or sassy attitude sometimes, but Etta was sure that the cougar did not always entirely approve of what she did, either. "Perhaps Sage has more of my heart, and I have more of my head, and that's why we sometimes disagree."