Her attention focused the scene before her. This woman was no stranger to the healing arts. She watched as she tended to the boy's fears and even treated his pain with a bit of opium. A smile came across her lips as she took this in. The boy relaxed a bit. Still, everyone knew that this would still be painful, there was no way around that.
“Unfortunately, I am fresh out of goldenrod, but we'll make due.”
The woman's words to the boy were serene and comforting. She had quite the bedside manner. She then turned her attention to the wound itself where as behind her the Heir Apparent and his companion rose from their hiding place. She paid them no mind, at least for the moment. Her attention remained on the child at hand, and this injury was nothing so easily managed.
The other woman got ready to break the arrow when the boys eyes met her own. She cooed and enveloped his hand with her own. “It'll be okay. Stay strong for me, okay?” With those words her counterpart broke the arrow. Now would be the risky part.
All eyes fell on her and the tension in the air was so thick as to be sliced with a blade. No one spoke as with one hand reached for the arrow, and the other pressed her thumb hard against his thigh several centimeters above the site. Slowly she pushed the arrow through. So concentrated was she in this she forgot to even breathe.
Several silent tense seconds ticked by as the arrow slowly slid from the boy and finally was freed.
Robyn finally took a sigh of relief but still maintained a hard pressure with her other hand. She couldn't relax yet. She glanced back up at the boy who still looked mortified. His eyes still welled with tears and his face grown pale. She couldn't be sure if it was from blood loss or the opium, both were equally likely at this point.
Dropping the bloodied arrow to the floor she placed her now free hand over the hole and took a deep breath.
She concentrated. The wound was extensive to the young child. There was no possible way she could manage an immediate recovery for the lad. The damage was too much and her energy too low. She was tired as it was, and this would only prove to send her into borderline exhaustion.
As she worked she felt her own face grow pale, and her vision darken. She released her grip from the thigh and removed her hand. The wound, while not healed fully, would no longer pose a threat to his life. She sat on her knees on the floor for several moments breathing heavily before she could summon the energy to stand. Before she did, she forced a small smile to the child, “You'll be back on your feet in no time. It just needs to keep wrapped for a bit and you'll be good as new.”
"Miss Robyn,” she heard turning her focus towards the two. She had honestly forgotten about their presence in the room at all.
She propped herself against the counter as the Heir Apparent spoke, too sluggish for the moment to stand completely.
"You have heard of the stories then, yes? The ones when you were a small child. About how the gods gave gifts to those they thought worthy. You have one of those gifts. I am not forcing you to join us, but the more gift bearers that come together, the weaker he gets.... I am not forcing, but asking if you will spare your gift and talents for the High Kingdom."
“I would be honoured to join your cause, Your Highness.” Sure he had asked her not to call him that, but her sense of propriety prevailed. She leaned against the counter for several more moments before finally taking on all her weight. This was shaping up to be a long night, and she had already grown weak from her art.
“I merely have one request,” she said motioning to the sick and injured in the room, “these people need a place to be tended to in my absence. They will all recover in a few days time, but until such time they require tending.”