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Erys Moongem

Erys was one of the last to leave the small chamber where they'd fought the Wight. They'd been doing so well. They'd maneuvered the undead into a choke point, the human had brilliantly made it difficult for the zombies to make any headway forward… the tiefling… the dwarf… she'd even managed to convinced her sister to take a step back, maximize their respective abilities. She fired frost magic into the fray, and Erys kept the dwarf safe. It was a decent enough encounter. She looked again at what remained of the Wight. A disgusting creature if she'd ever seen one. And she'd done her best, but she hadn't been fast enough to protect Ona. What good was any of what she was learning if she couldn't protect her sister? She exhaled, frustrated at herself, and decided to put it out of her mind. Mostly. She'd make absolutely sure Ona was okay before changing out of her chainmail and trying to enjoy the rest of the day. She emerged from the once-and-future basement, and saw Ona select and move towards her bedroom of choice. Far away from her own, of course. No offense taken. The poor thing deserved a quiet night's sleep. Especially because later… hoo boy later… but not now. Erys moved to the door just a few seconds behind Ona and gave three quick taps. "Ona? It's me. Can I come in?"

Onys Kiirnodel

The voice from beyond the simple door of wood and iron is quiet, reserved. Not so much tired as shaken. "Of course, Era." It's not often that she uses her own childhood name for her twin sister, but it does happen on rare occasion. Within, streaked with sweat and grime of the day's travel and the afternoon's exertions, and pale, paler than normal with the necromancy-enhanced swordstroke she took in combat with the wight in the basement, Onys sits on the edge of the bed, facing the door. She's only just begun undoing the buckles and thongs that hold her chainmail closed, wincing with the effort required to reach behind her with her injured shoulder and chest.

Erys Moongem

The moment it becomes clear that Ona's in pain, Erys very quickly and quietly closes the door behind her. She moves to bridge the gap between them and help her sister out of her armor, looking as quickly as she's able to ascertain how wounded she is, if she can help. That black magic shit especially, it doesn't seem like there's a lasting impact but…. but damn it, how are you supposed to know? Concern is plain on her face. In Elven, Erys begins by pleading. "Please, please… just… rest, let me, alright? It's easier when someone does it for you, anyway. How badly are you hurt?" She doesn't wait for permission; she just goes to systematically getting her sister out of her chainmail. She'd mend it before leaving, too. But later.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys doesn't entirely listen to her sister, still helping Erys help her out of her armor, but soon the steel and leather and wool are shifted aside, leaving the elf dressed in her simple underclothes, the linen tunic and pants, the tunic stained with blood. It's clearly not all from the wound she suffered today, considering the availabilty of magical healing and the paucity of laundering facilities, but off the tunic comes, too, the fabric pooling in her lap, her braid hanging down one shoulder and a jagged rent in her flesh hanging down the other. It is not deep, but would be mortal were Onys not a career soldier. It bleeds no longer, but is ugly and maroon and grey.

Erys Moongem

At the sight of her sister's wound, Erys' eyes burn and her lips press together, but she tries not to let it be too obvious. She takes the elements of her sister's chainmail and sets them away from the bed, where she can return to them shortly. "Let me do what I can to fully heal that, alright? I've been practicing."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys simply nods, not wanting to pick a fight. If she outwardly shows signs of distress, it is only in the set of her jaw, the ball of her fist.

Erys Moongem

Erys feels a smidge more confident this time, having now practiced with Valorn and Rowan in the field, holding her hand over the wounded area and willing her true love to let the power flow through her body. She already felt her capacity for this sort of thing expanding, which was exhilarating and wonderful, but… something to be enjoyed another time. She focused what remained of her power on healing the wound until she felt that capacity drained. "There. That's…the best I can do, for now. I tried to block that strike, Ona, but I just couldn't get around you fast enough, and I didn't know what that thing was capable of so when he grabbed you… Ona, I've never been so afraid in my life. Not even when Atara hit Hadrin."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys coughs as her sister places her hand, awash with divine radiance, upon her chest, closing the wound and putting some color back into her ashen face. The wound remains, albeit muchly reduced, now merely a thick, gnarled scar from shoulder to breast, but Onys takes Erys's hand in her own. "It's fine," she replies, looking up at her twin. "This time, I was there to protect you. That's why I wear steel and leather and not silken gowns like other noblewomen. This is duty. This is how I protect what is loved." She lets her twin's hand slip from her fingers and places her own palm on the grey wound, adding her own healing prayer to the cause—-and when her hand is removed, her skin is as pale and unmarred as it was when the day began.

Erys Moongem

The sisters heal the wound together, as a team, just the way Avara and Atara had encouraged them to work together – always. As Erys feels her hand fall from her sister's momentary grip, her knees give and she drops to them with a thud, her own chainmail clanking with a loud metallic noise. Without warning, without grace, without any of the shame one might have expected an elven noblewoman to attempt, Erys explodes into sobs. Full-body, wracking, shaking sobs, her hands hovering near her face, just barely trying a little to muffle the noise of her crying through the walls. "I—-…." She tries. "I am so sorry I've…. I've put you in danger like this…" She coughs, wiping at her face as best she can with her hands. "You didn't want this life, not like this, not out here in the middle of nowhere, not diving into Goddess knows what…. for Goddess knows who…. and what…. what if something more serious had happened to you, Ona? Ona. Ona!" She lunges forward, careful only not to slam a bit of her armor into her sister's barely covered skin as she grabs her and wraps her arms around her, clinging tightly to her, once again crying openly.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys remembers for a moment an incident nearly a century ago where they ended in a similar tangle, Erys crying into her lap as Onys sat with her back against a pear tree in a grove…what was it that caused that? Skinned knee? Annoying boy? She shakes her head to dismiss the ghost of memory and unconsciously begins stroking back her sister's fire-red hair, the only real difference between that day and this being their mode of dress and Erys's natural hair color. "Shhhhh, Era. Shhh. You haven't done a thing. This is exactly where I want to be. This is exactly what I've wanted to do. What I've always needed to do. No tears between us, sister. We're here to dry tears, not shed them." She holds her sister to her, ignoring the pinch of chain on her bare skin, kissing the fiery brow. "And who gave you the idea that this isn't my calling?" She bites her tongue just before adding "silly girl" to her reply.

Erys Moongem

Erys cries and cries, but the flow of tears gradually come to a stop as her sister's comforting words finally soothe her. It takes time, but the storm fades. Her sister's kiss on her forehead ends it totally. With a sniffle, she gives the best smile she's able to, and nods. "This is your calling. This…." She gestures to her sister's armor, moving to it, slowly moving her hand over each item in turn to mend the various elements of each piece. She'd have to wash the blood, but at least she could do this for her. "This is your calling for sure. But is it mine? Am I holding you back? How long ago could you have taken your oath if you hadn't been weighed down by me?"(edited)

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys mulls over her sister's doubts but for a moment. "What good would I be to my oath if I could not fulfill it? What weight could any of my words carry if I jumped astride a courser and rode to war while not watching over my own kin and blood?" She lifts her underclothes from the bed, as if to start dressing again, but then chuckles ruefully, eyes on the bloodstains so recently left behind. "I stand corrected. Maybe I will wear a gown for a bit while I do my laundry." She tosses the linen aside and hugs her sibling again. "You? You have doubts? I can hardly believe my own ears."(edited)

Erys Moongem

Erys lets herself fall into the hug and squeezes her sister tightly. "As ever, dear sister. You are right." Erys glances up at Onys' smile, and then at the remark of laundry, decides she'd better be on her way. "…I'm sorry for… all of that. I love you dearly. I'm gonna see if I can get a turn at the bath and do my own laundry." A grin slides across her face. "And hey, at least you'll get some sleep tonight for sure, right?" She says, tapping twice on the wall next to Onys' door.

Onys Kiirnodel

"I, um…" Onys momentarily pulls a long face, then sighs. "Sure." As ever, she is not entirely sure how to handle her sister's frank discussion of her sex life—-and the implied lack of her own. "I would bathe as well, when you have finished. And my love goes with you as well, sister. Have a pleasant bath. I will rest for a time." She fairly unceremoniously pushes her pile of clothing and armor to one side and begins pulling off her boots.

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