William
Something had happened, but they weren't quite sure what. The stranger's hands moved as if to create a barrier of some kind, and yet... It seemed like there was nothing there. Another sigh escaped them. Should they approach anyway, and hope that it was just an idle threat? Or risk getting hurt, or even worse?

Sure, waiting until she passed out was an option, but the healing took enough energy out of both of them, and they didn't want to have to deal with dragging this person to a warmer location while waiting for her to wake up. No, it seemed that they had to assume this person was bluffing, and nothing would happen.

"I just want to help," They reiterated, taking a step closer, hands still held out. Almost there... Then they could prove their healing capabilities without too much effort. "You've already lost a lot of blood, and you really can't afford to lose much more, especially in-" They were cut off suddenly. A sharp pain in the palm of their right hand, and Doctor Jones was quick to take a step back. Of course they guessed wrong.

They examined the injury quietly for a moment, watching the blood drip down. There was something so beautiful about it... Morbid, but so very beautiful. Their lifeblood, flowing as freely as water, free from its containment, as if it wanted to be there, not constrained to inside their body. They were utterly transfixed, remaining quiet for several moments just to stare.

*Snap out of it, Naevys.*
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Flinching slightly as if having heard a voice whisper in their ear, the Doctor looked up, looked around, then back down at their hand. Right, they had to fix that. Gently, they placed their left hand over it, fingers slowly moving over the line of the cut, and when they pulled their hand away, it was gone, looking like the injury had never been there to begin with. The Doctor held out their hand to the stranger, hoping this would serve as proof that they knew what they were doing. "There. See? It's all gone. I can do the same for you, if you'll let me."
Lelah
*Oryra stepped back a bit when the doctor would try to come forward. They were still a stranger to her that she couldn't trust. She knew the threads were still there to stop them if they got too close. Though to the normal eye someone couldn't see the threads, but to Oryra she could always see them. She knee which kind she had used just by the glimmer or dull look to it. It was an interesting weapon that she had to steal back before coming here. It had taken a lot of trading with a guard to get into the weapons room to get it back. To a normal person it seemed like just a needle and loom. That was till mana was put into it than it became a weapon and it was one only she could use.

Though she had warned them to not come closer they did, it was no surprise that they were cut. Though to see them almost transfixed on their blood flowing was strange. Were they more sick than they already looked? Or was there some other reason they were transfixed on their blood? Oryra didn't have time to worry about that though, she was getting weaker and this one seemed a few rocks short of a full bucket.

Oryra would look around for a way to run, could she even made a run for it in her condition? She doubted it really, though she wasn't going back. She wouldn't be no slave to some self centered high rank. That wasn't the next step she would take. No, she either wanted a calm life or revenge. She didn't know which yet, both sounded good. Especially the revenge and driving a sword through the one sisters cold heart. 

Such thoughts would have to wait though as Oryra would teeter a bit, having to put weight on the shrine so as not to fall over. She would look up at the stranger as it seemed they had snapped out of their daze. Seeing the cut gone was new. How was that possible? Oryra had never seen magic like that before. Could she even trust them? Just because they said could help didn't mean it wouldn't turn into owing them something after.*

*She knew plenty of people who would do just that. Say it's free and only are wanting to help, than your dragged into being some servant or whatever. She'd spent the last how many years doing just that. Thinking she had something and only to be used than thrown away. No, she wouldn't do that again or be tricked by someone's kind words.* "Why should I? Why should I let you anywhere near me, huh? For all I know you come close saying you will help only to stab me in the back. I will not be used again. No, I don't trust you or anyone else. I can't and I won't."

*Oryra was being more stubborn than probably needed but she felt like life hadn't exactly been kind to her. Least not to her view had it been. Though her consciousness was also fading and will it so was her hold on the threads. She would loosen her hand holding the threads as they would vanish, her relying heavily on the shrine being a support. Caving in enough she would look at them and glare. She didn't want help but if she didn't take it she wouldn't be any good unconscious.* "You do anything else but... That... Whatever that was and I will kill you... Got it? You already got a taste of what I can do." *Oryra though was more giving a bluff as she had no energy to produce anymore threads, only the needle was deadly at this point.*
William
Distrust wasn't exactly unusual to see, they were still a stranger, after all, but the amount of it... It spoke of some bad experiences in the past, though as to what those could be, the Doctor could only guess. A betrayal of some kind, they had to assume. Perhaps she would enlighten them with specifics, perhaps not - either way, it didn't matter, they had to get this healing done quickly, and then hopefully get back to what they were doing.

There was one thing that they couldn't get out of their mind, though - what had cut them? Some kind of bladework, too fast for them to see? With a regular person, that seemed likely, but with this one, her weakened state did not seem conducive to a speedy assassin. No, this had to be something else. Some kind of magic? It did feel like they'd walked into something sharp, though... What was it? The Doctor made a mental note to ask about it later, when the emergency was over. They were curious about new things, as they always had been.

They watched how much more she leaned on the shrine the more time passed, stepping forward once it seemed that the threat, whatever it was, had disappeared. Cautiously, the Doctor felt the air in front of them, relieved to find that whatever had hurt them seemed to be gone. The glare they received from her didn't bother them that much, nor did the threat, it wasn't exactly uncommon for patients to be like that. A lot of people were rude, or downright hostile when all they wanted was to help - it was an unfortunate fact of life, and not one that was going away anytime soon.

"If I try anything bad, I'm certain that you can end my life before I even know what's happening," The Doctor replied with a nod. Though they didn't entirely believe the threat, considering how weak she was getting, they knew it was better to just go along with it so that they could actually help her. What a pain...
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With that, they slowly crossed the distance, movements slow and deliberate, not daring to make a sudden move - wouldn't want to spook her and risk getting hurt, after all. "I must warn you that this process will hurt quite a bit, but that's because it's essentially months of healing crammed into a few seconds. I am not trying to cause you harm, understood?"

But where to start, where to start. There were plenty of injuries that needed their attention, but the one that seemed the most pressing was that head wound. Injuries to the head were always dangerous, and it was as good a place to start as any. So, Doctor Jones reached out their hands, gently placing the right against the side of her head, the left held in front of the injury - with how cold the weather outside was, their hands were even colder than usual, to the point where it became genuinely unnerving to feel. They took a deep breath, and the fingers of their left hand started moving, tiny very deliberate movements, instructing the flesh to start fusing back together.

Assuming she didn't push them away, it would hurt, sure, it'd hurt a lot, an excruciating pain as the flesh melted together, but barely twenty seconds later, relief. It was as if the wound had never been there, and the pain faded just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only its memory behind.
Lelah
*Oryra kept a close watch at the doctor got close. She was sure they probably could tell she wasn't much up for a fight or even to defend herself if the situation called for it. Though she still wanted to seem like she wasn't that weak yet. If only she'd not been abandoned she might have had a good life going, one slip up though ended that all. Though it took a year sitting in a cold cell to realize no one was coming for her.

The doctors magic seemed interesting when they explained it, though was that even possible? Maybe it was since they did seemed to heal their own hand. It just wasn't something she could though just believe, least not right away when she needed to he on guard with this stranger.* "You don't seem like you came here just to give a token or whatever to the god or goddess here. Though no one saw me come here either... So why type of black magic are you using to just happen to be here of all places?" *She wanted to know something of the doctor to maybe use against them if needed. Though she was probably not asking any right questions for it.*

*Oryra would glare at them more at being told it would be painful. They sure didn't seem to he in any pain when the cut was healed on their palm. It made her more skeptical about what they actually could do. Though she would pass out soon from blood loss so what would a little more pain causes? Oryra would watch their hands still as she nodded. As the doctor would reach out and put their hands on her head she couldn't help but flinch at first from the cold of them. It was surprising to say the least at how cold their hands really were. Though after a moment she would get used to it and stay still. Oryra would want to push back at the pain set in, they weren't lying when they said it would hurt. She would hiss at the pain but try to stay put, it felt like forever while they were healing the wound. Only once it was done would she step back and feel where the cut was.* "How... How the hell did you do that?"
William
The reason why the Doctor didn't react to the pain when healing their own laceration was not because it didn't hurt - no, it was quite simple; they were used to the pain. They'd healed themself like this more times than they could count, after all, and so the pain was far from unfamiliar to them.

They raised an eyebrow at the question asked of them, exhaling a deep breath. "To put it simply... I can sense when people near me are hurt, in a way. Since your injuries seemed to be quite extensive, I decided to come over and offer my aid." Was it really black magic? Sure, Hemomancy was an art that was outlawed in most countries, but Lazaroth was not one of those countries - it was one of the reasons they came here to begin with. To know that they could safely do things like this without risking being prosecuted by the Order of the Mage Hands, aid people in this way... It was important to them.

Once the wound was healed, Doctor Jones removed their hands temporarily, taking a moment to catch their breath. What injury was the most pressing next...? Seemed like it was the one on her side. "I've been doing this for a long time," They stated simply, taking a step closer as she took a step back, gaze focused on the injury on her side. "Would you mind lifting your arm so I can get to your side?" After that, the leg, and then, the arm, and then they should be done. Luckily, they actually remembered to have breakfast this morning, so they likely would have enough energy to fix all of it without collapsing for once.

Still, it was hard to miss that this wasn't an easy process. Doctor Jones looked slightly winded from the effort already, breathing a little heavier and their heart beating harder than it was before. Didn't mean they were planning to stop, though, if there was anything the Doctor was known for, it was their stubbornness and refusal to give up when it came to matters like these, even if it negatively affected their health.
Lelah
*Oryra would listen to how they had found her, it wasn't a normal thing most just could do. Which than raised the question of what were they? She doubted someone normal could do such a thing. Though it didn't mean she was going to judge them for it really. She'd done a lot of shady things in her few years of life. One of those things was joining the sisterhood, but when your a street urchin you will look for some type of home.*

*It was nice not feeling the pain in her head anymore though she noticed they didn't seem very well off after doing it. That didn't seem like a normal thing either.* "I never heard of someone being able to sense injuries it seemed almost mythical like the gods... What exactly are you to be able to use such a thing?"

*Oryra would lift her arm up as she let them look at her side. This one would no doubt hurt. The side had getting a nice cut to it from a guards sword, she'd thought of stitching it up before but hadn't had the strength to do it at the time.* "Your winded, you also don't look good. You sure this is something you should be doing? You can just stitch them up and it will be fine. I have plenty of scars from such things. One more or 3 won't hurt me. Though you collapsing I don't think I need at the moment."
William
"It's not mythical, I've just had a lot of time to practice," The Doctor reiterated, letting out a sigh. "I've been in this world for a long time, and a doctor for most of that. Frankly, it would be more surprising if I wasn't proficient in this art." Indeed, with almost three centuries of experience, the Doctor knew much more about the art of healing than many people alive nowadays - even if that healing mostly just extended to physical injuries lately. Those were what they were an expert in, after all.

Gently, their fingers prodded at her side, sensing the injury that lay there. Should be an easy fix, all things considered. Though, before they started, the Doctor shook their head at what the stranger said. "Introducing a foreign entity to the wound will only increase the risk of infection," They explained, "Besides, I don't have the supplies for that on me right now." They never had it on them, to be frank, but this person didn't have to know that.

With that said, the Doctor placed their right hand on the other's stomach to keep her from moving, and once more hovered their left over the injury, fingers trembling to direct the flesh to start fusing together again in a process that was just as excruciatingly painful as the last time. It took a little longer this time, not because they were getting more tired, but simply because the wound was in a more tricky location. Still, it was fixed soon enough, and once more they paused to take a few deep breaths before approaching her leg, seeming ready to start healing this too.
Lelah
"Okay so maybe it's not mystical, but it's still not something you just see today out there for a doctor. If you been here a long time than you are an older race yes? But what type is what I'm wondering. You don't exactly act like ones but it doesn't mean anything either. You could be using a spell to hide for all I know. Also your hands are very cold. Maybe a cold blood type." *Oryra was honestly just guessing at this point. (Definitely not me guessing because i never read their bio). *

"I have needle and thread. Strongest type too and all of it is clean. So it's not just some foreign entity when it's my mana that makes it. Plus this is hardly a thing that makes me worried." *With it getting healed again she couldn't help but hiss, it really did hurt and wasn't something she liked feeling. Did she really have to keep feeling this for the other injuries? She really rather have the needle but this also was faster at healing and not worrying about it ripping out than.*

*Oryra signed as she took the weight of her bad leg, it was starting to hurt more. Giving a dull throbbing it it. Adrenaline seemed to only go so far with not noticing your injuries, after that it all started to come back with a vengeance she thought.* "You sure you don't need a longer break? You seem winded ever time you do something like this. I'm sure it's not a normal spell to make you that tired and it sure isn't some crystal doing it."
William
"I'm a High Elf, if you must know." She might notice that the Doctor was only talking when they weren't treating any wounds - it seemed that was a process they had to focus on intensely, lest there was a chance that things would seriously go wrong. "And trust me, there is no such thing as cold or warm blood." They paused, then sighed, gazing down at their hands for a moment, which were slick with blood by now.

"The reason my hands are cold is because, well..." Another sigh. "To make a long story short, it's because I'm fairly underweight. It's difficult to retain body heat when a body doesn't have a lot of fat, so..." They gave a faint smile, and a shrug. "That's why my hands are cold." Indeed, though most of their body was hidden beneath their loose-fitting clothes, their thin face and slender hands made it evident they were speaking the truth.

Why they were being so honest to a complete stranger, the Doctor didn't know. Perhaps it was because they were tired, perhaps it was because they wanted this person to trust them so they could continue the treatment, perhaps it was because they wanted to distract her from the pain, perhaps something else, perhaps all of the above. Either way, that was enough questioning, wasn't it? Best get back to it and get this over with.

"I can handle it," They said stubbornly, this time lowering their hands to her leg, crouching down to reach the area better. Another deep breath, another flash of pain, another heal, this time it was starting to slow down slightly due to their exhaustion. Not enough for Doctor Jones to be anywhere near worried about it, though. Currently, they were doing about the equivalent of strenuous exercise, which while not the most healthy thing in their current state, wasn't that bad.
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A long breath escaped them when they pulled back, quickly wiping a few beads of sweat off their forehead. "Alright, give me your arm, and we'll be done." The Doctor extended their hand, curiously not getting up from their crouched position - were they trying to hide their exhaustion?
Lelah
"I never met a high elf before. I'm surprised really that one would be in Lazatoth even more. Why are you here? Are you traveling here or living here?" *Oryra would usually be one that's cocky and arrogant but using questions seemed to keep her mind off of what was all going on at the moment. She also didn't have anywhere to go after this so making it last wasn't a bad thing right?*

"I think there is such a thing, and you being a doctor won't convince me otherwise that cold and warm blood are real. Why else would you have some people act the way they do during cold months huh? Why does blood interest you so much? Especially when it's on your hands. Have you killed before? Is that why you don't like it or get transfixed by it?." *Oryra was probably asking more questions than needed, it really was becoming a bad habit at the moment for them.*

*She would at them as she did take note now on how their body looked frailer because of last of good nutrition. Oryra knew herself how that was, it wasn't good especially during winter months because you just couldn't keep any of the heat in.* "Well how about this, I treat you to a warm meal and drink for fixing me up. I'm sure you could use it and I'm not going to take no for an answer. I need one just as much as you so might as well have one with company no?."

*Oryra would this time flinch back a bit with them healing her leg, it hurt a bit more since it was slower. This also told her they were a bit full of it. To say they could just handle it. Yeah just like she could handle the last mission she had that ended.* "Okay, ow! You are not touching my arm with your magic now. Nope! I'm using a needle and thread and that's it. You are looking exhausted and you still have to walk back to inside the town. This is far enough away that people won't just show up here. So, no to the healing deal of yours. You want to heal it you can do so later once you eaten. Plus you are probably cold too being out here this whole time."