Complicated

[Cera Le'Orin]

There wasn't really anything she could do but remain there quietly, letting Gaius and the young man handle the situation. She could feel the urge to question everything, if only to fill the silence that felt like it was lingering but Cera kept her mouth shut. There was concern painting her face and guilt in her eyes, but she didn't voice any of it. She already apologized to Sebastian, and he didn't appear to be completely aware of much at the moment anyway.

Eyes flickered to each of them, unable to ignore the slight curiosity that Feleti somehow already knew the captain, but what did she know? It was possible she had been in such a hurry that she heard that single word wrong or its meaning. Right now, all she really cared about was seeing the captain better...because this had been her fault. Cera wasn't forgetting that.

Suddenly, Gauis was grabbing her hand and she felt the warm, stickiness of blood. Oh, gods. It was a good thing the princess wasn't exactly squeamish when it came to this, and she nodded quickly to acknowledge that she understood. However, she nearly laughed- keep Sebastian talking? Well, that seemed a difficult thing to accomplish on a normal day. You know, when he didn't have an arrow sticking out of him.

"Will you?" she asked him in reply, as if she were making it a challenge. "You...aren't exactly looking your best, captain." It was meant to be a joke, and she felt like she only half managed it.

Once the makeshift gurney was finished, she rose to step aside as Sebastian was moved onto it. Gaius was arguing that he could help carry the guardsman, but she was quick to shoot him down. They'd move much faster if she helped Leti instead- no offense to the old healer. Nodding to the pale-haired man, she managed to lift up the captain and carry him as quickly as they possibly could towards the infirmary.

When they made it there, Cera did whatever she could to assist. If nothing was required, she would simply back out of the way, watching in quiet anticipation.

[Sebastian Arcturis]

The captain wasn't currently capable of giving a stern talk to anyone, least of all the healer. He was only barely capable of forming an answer to Cera's anxious challenge of his assertion. If not for Leti, he probably wouldn't have felt so safe, but he knew first hand what the man could do. Thankfully he wasn't much of a talker or he might have tried to explain. "I will," he said with a quiet certainty instead, though it could easily be interpreted as shock. "That is...not funny, Princess," he mumbled. "I...I always..." He couldn't focus enough to put together any more words without physical encouragement, more or less oblivious of the trip on the gurney.

Gaius indeed took offense, though it was mostly pride. He was aware he was not so spry and strong as he might have once been, but he was temporarily frustrated by the implication. Still, there was work to be done, and he took great pains to supervise the journey to the infirmary and do what he could to help.

Leti perhaps did not need an instruction to position the patient or light candles and lanterns or which tool kits and clothes to gather, but Gaius gave them anyway. While he wasn't as strong as the pale young man, his fingers were still steady and dexterous enough to perform the necessary incisions and suturing needed. "Hold him still and pay attention," he ordered of Feleti, clearly intending to make a learning moment out of it for the man. He spoke calmly about what he was doing while he worked, imparting what knowledge he could to the younger healer. Though he was calm, the furrow to his brow and the fact that he did not suggest Leti attempt the operation himself suggested Gaius was slightly worried.

The Princess was not forgotten in the process, asked at one point to move a lantern closer.

The captain did his best not to pass out. Which was rather difficult, what with all the fiddling around inside. He shifted weakly against the healer's hold and the pain, mumbling to himself. The arrow was removed easily enough. Patching up everything else took a bit longer and the captain passed out somewhere in the middle. 

Gaius wiped bloody hands on his tunic and then wiped his sweaty forehead with a sleeve. He sighed loudly, exhausted. "You can take him from here, Feleti," Gaius said, leaving the clean up and bandaging to the younger man. The old healer turned toward the door to see himself washed and to bed once again, eyes falling on the Princess and seeming almost surprised she was still there. Right. He had asked her to stand there holding a lantern. Her arm must be exhausted. He pursed his lips, almost like he might apologize but then looked her up and down instead. She looked intact physically at least. As for what had happened... "Thank you, Princess. It was fortunate you were there to help Captain Arcturis with that unfortunate training accident," he said with a nod, as if that was all that needed saying. "Now...I think it's time we all went to bed properly."

[Feleti Eidothea]

It was hard for leti to see anyone in pain but especially seeing bastian in pain. every part of him wanted to reach out and ease the pain but all he could do was watch and carefully assist Gaius. He too was determined to make this a learning experience and quietly soaked up any instruction the man departed. They were tense moments that seemed to stretch on for an enternity. He was surprised to see how long the captain had held on and not at all surprised to see that he had passed out by the final sutra.
He nodded readily at the older healers parting words "Yes, of course." Only then did he notice that the noblewoman was still there. A look of shock flitting across his face to find out she wasn't just a lady but actually the princess.
"ah, you can just set that down m'lady. I'll see that he's tucked in." Leti added encouragingly for her to lay down the lantern, his tone was noticeably apologetic. He started to reach into his pack and applied a bit of salve to the freshly stitched wound before beginning to bandage his torso. He normally would have stopped at the first layer and then remembered the man's propensity to overexert himself. Then he applied a second firmer layer.

[Cera Le'Orin]

The hour was late and she knew she was exhausted, but Cera neither showed it or complained. If she had to hold that lantern the entire time, then she would. It was the least she could do after everything, and in all honesty, there was a part of her that was intrigued watching the two healers work. Again, she wasn't easily squimish, and although she didn't think she could ever do something as delicate as surgery, she watched with curious eyes the entire time.

After, Gaius was speaking to her, and all she could do was nod. It was fortunate, perhaps, but it was her fault that the captain had gotten hurt in the first place...and no matter how many times Bastian tried to say it was fine, it never would be.

Her bright eyes flickered over to Feleti then, offering a tired smile as she finally placed the lantern down- nearby in case he would need it. There was no need for any sort of apology, look or otherwise, because she hadn't minded. She did, however, rest a gentle hand against the young healer's arm in gratitude. "Thank you," she told him, the expression on her tired features carrying more weight than her words. The princess looked to the captain, seeing that he was still out before following after Gaius.

[ exit Cera ]