Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-27550231-20181004014646

Caught unaware by Ibrahim's sudden arrival all Jorge could do was mumble silent thanks as he was shoved out of the way by the concerned husband. He did not take it personally as he would have done the same for R'hun, Aabi and Ka'tra. The thought though not fresh in his mind still bore with it a terrible sting that brought the dower man into a temporary meloncholy.

'Now is not the time.' He told himself before swallowing his emotions. 'Now is the time for action! A life is on the line and perhaps more if we don't finish up soon.'

Resetting his expression to one of renewed determination, he walks over to Cosette, the only one he remembered, and placed his hand on her shoulder as a sign of reassurance.

"So far this is what I've done and other suspected injuries."

With his free hand he held up theopen sketchbook and explained the naturw of Tirush's injury. The information in the book went over every procedure he performed including her vitals and a crude drawing of the wyvern and her suspected injuries. Despite the short amount time he had to take down information the book was decently informative and could save them time.

"Yes. Minor aid." Jorge quietly grumbled almost taking offense to her words. But they were not entirely wrong, he had no healing magic that could help her. He had no equipment nor tools to properly work nor could anything provided be of use due to her legendary nature. He had been handed a live grenade and barely managed to keep it from triggering.

"Cosette is going over the notes as we speak. I would advise against applying any pressure or moving her too much. And do be careful where you step, Tirush was profusely bleeding into the pleural cavity and I had to make an incision to drain the offending fluids so she could breathe. Her blood is very caustic."