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[center][sub]The Ruined City   ·   Morning   ·   Interation: [@DreamingFlowers][@FunnyGuy][@Force and Fury][/sub]

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An angry cloud of dust and light-bending pollen pushed past the others and gathered over Poppy's medical supplies. Invisible hands forced the bag open and began shifting through its contents, picking through what was inside and discarding the items an anxious Akaia was not looking for. A small bottle of antibiotics, a small clear box with a needle and bundle of thread inside, some scissors and some painkillers were all tossed into a chaotic pile next to her before her desperation turned to delight.

[color=bca346]"Yes..."[/color] She whispered to herself, removing her hand from the bag with a roll of bandages squeezed firmly between her fingers. In her grasp, it floated gently in the air as if on its own until, with a slight tug, a metal clasp was released and her translucent poncho fell to the ground. Much of the pollen obfuscating her fell away in a violent swirl with the rest still clinging to the fabric rendering it an invisible pile on the ground. Akaia stood with the bandage in hand almost entirely visible and with eyes now on her, she turned her attention to Erik and Lysandra. Amid a look of worry and exhaustion was one of disappointment that would have been as clear to them as the daylight sun. She drove the point home by slapping a 'peace sign' across her forehead with the palm facing them and a scowl across her face.

With frustrations expressed, the Sidhe turned to a reclined Poppy. Whatever fury or anxiousness she was feeling in the moment fell away as she stepped around to stand above her. As Akaia found the girl's eyes with her own, a careful hand felt the side of her face and a familiar tingle bit at her fingertips. [color=bca346]"Pa-pee..."[/color] She nearly whimpered. However, realizing how unfocused she was, Akaia didn't wait for a response and immediately took to looking for and following a trail of blood that had seeped into her hair and clothing. The deep red stain seemed to tuck itself into a layer of hair behind her ear and under her crown and so, with caution, Akaia gingerly pulled some of that hair back to expose a pronounced cut. Although slow, blood was still oozing from the wound leaving the area matted and damp.

She silently went to work carefully, crudely, applying the bandage over the wound to stop the bleeding. Although nowhere near the expertise of Poppy, she knew in this case that something was better than nothing.

Every now and then, her eyes would flick over to Erik and Lysandra.[/color]