A Dark and Stormy Night

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde stopped him when he tried to move, saying, "Hold on, hold on. Let me put some bandages on in case you tear something back open. Then I can finish the job later." But she smiled at the kind words while she wrapped him up, adding, "And here I was thinking it was subpar work. Normally there would be an actual mineral bath to go along with it, followed by a sauna and a massage, and that's before we'd even get to your prostate." Once she was done she got the helpful sailor to assist in moving Damien somewhere more comfortable.

[Damien Chevalier]

Damien tried to act as if there was no pain but every movement made him wince slightly. "What happened to my prostate? The snake didn't bite it off did he?" He tried to glance down as they moved. "Snake... why did it have to be a snake? I mean hummingbirds. If I was wizard commanding awesome powers I would use them as my minions." He bumped against Ceutinde when the sailor tried to help him. "I am sorry. Still I little weak on the feet."

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde ignored the first few questions, ascribing them to delirium. "Well, quite a lot of your blood ended up on the ground and I couldn't put it all back yet." She held onto Damien's arm while the sailor supported him toward a bed and lowered him into it as gently as possible. "Lie down, try to sleep." She pulled a small silver cup and larger flask from her medical bag, poured some of the latter into the former, and handed it to him. "Some brandy might help, but not too much."

[Damien Chevalier]

Damien looked at the Brandy and raised it to his nose. He took a sniff, then almost sat up. "OH... the good gods above." His head swiveled to the door out. "I left behind my crate of wine. There were still eight bottles left. I wonder if I can." He tried to stand up and then coughed. "No... too weak." He drank down the brandy in a swig, then lay back. "I can just see it all spilled there in a giant pool of red. It is so tragic." He wiped away a tear. "If only someone would run back to grab that crate of wine... if only I was strong enough." He stared up at the ceiling forlornly.

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde gasped when he mentioned the wine and glanced around the deck until she located the overnight bag that she'd lugged to and from the tavern and promptly forgotten about. She hurried over, reached in, and produced the bottle of wine that he had handed to her on the pier. "Well, it's not the full crate, but I can offer some recompense."

[Damien Chevalier]

Damien took the wine and pulled it close to his chest in an embrace. He pulled it close into his arms and cuddled his face against it. He rolled onto his side and snuggled the bottle. "Once again you are my hero. I can not thank you enough for this small matter." He sighed, "You should be ready... Kjell got bit before me. So she might have the same venom running though her veins. And I saw her blood spill beside mine."

[Ceutinde]

"Oh no." The littler elf certainly played tough, but that didn't necessarily help with a giant fang through one's chest. She patted his hand, and told him with as much confidence as she could muster, "I'm sure she'll make it back. I should clear some more beds, there's like to be a proper infirmary in here before long."

[Damien Chevalier]

Damien nodded, "That is a good idea. I hope the rest fair better then myself." He snuggled a little deeper under his sheets. "I never should have left the pirate queen's villa. There was warm beds and racks of wine there. I would have preferred that to eleven fangs was it... I mean fuck how do snakes have that many teeth. I thought they had two."

[The Forgotten God]

The porthole outside lights up and they hear an explosion. The captain headed down. “Miss Elf healer with the impossible name? There’s fire raining from the sky to the East. In my experience that means some of your friends are somehow involved. We should probably head up there so see what in the hell they’ve gotten up to.”

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde rose and pulled on her slightly-dried cloak, only looking slightly annoyed. Ceutinde. Keh-oo-tin-deh. How hard is that? "Very well. Let's see what they've gotten themselves into, Captain."

[The Forgotten God]

The captain swapped her cloak out for another one and tossed her a dry one. “It won’t last but it’s better than nothing,” she said. She strapped her swordbelt on and started heading toward the ramp, where they see Kjell coming down with a very noticeable limp.

[Ceutinde]

"I better take care of this one." Ceutinde tried to shout through the wind, "Damien said she got bit by the same thing as him."

She started to head down the gangway, stopped when she realized that Kjell would probably only refuse any help getting up there, then decided to ignore her protests and head down to help anyway.

"Well, you look better than Damien at least!" She told the sharpshooter, holding out her arm to give some support walking.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Though she wouldn't have admitted it to Nigel, he'd been right about one thing; by now, her leg felt like a chewed down piece of meat held together by her boot and the bandage she'd tied around it. The blood sloshing around inside the boot added to the general unpleasantless.

She seemed a little confused by the approaching healer and her words. Who was Damien? "Thank you?" she called, and glanced at the offered arm. "I can walk. You shouldn't be out here."

Then it occurred to her Damien was one of the names of the thief. "Oh, Comte? He made it?"

[Ceutinde]

Ceutinde's eyes shot daggers at the statement. "I'm not a precious manuscript, to be ruined by a little wind and rain. I can pull my own weight, unlike your leg at the moment." She put an arm around Kjell to support her. "But yes. He'll need some rest, but he's doing well."

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

She opened her mouth to say she’d more meant the pirates and the wizards and the cannon fire, but closed her mouth. “Alright,” she said instead, and let Ceutinde help her to the ship, albeit somewhat reluctantly.