Deryn’s firm voice rising over the chatter of old acquaintances and friendships being remade caused all eyes to centre on her. The sternness of her tone and choice of words brooking no nonsense of those around her, a risky tone to use If it were not for the fact that she had evidence to validate her interruption. The crowd watched her curiously as she removed her armour and freed her shoulder from her tunic, Malkier’s eyes widened as he saw the wound and the infection that was setting in, the dark lines creeping from site of the wound looked wholly malevolent, pulsating and spreading slowly with each beat of her heart.<br/><br/><br/><b>“Why did you not mention the severity of your wound before?!”</b>Malkier’s outburst surprising even himself, he barely knew this woman, but felt a need to care for her wellbeing as much as he would his Matron Mother or any other female of his household. He approached the young woman reaching out a hand towards the source of her wound; reaching out a slender tendril of his power to sense the severity of her wound and the nature of this spreading affliction. As he suspected her wounds had not healed and he suspected that is was due to this disease like infection that was spreading through her body. He did not know if it would affect her the same as the Beastkin they had encountered or not.<br/><br/><br/><b>“Imperellis, do you have a more advanced Channeller than myself in camp? I am not able to discern the true nature of this or assist in healing Deryn’s wounds.” </b>Imperellis nodded and urgently gestured to those surrounding the fire, several rushed off in different directions calling names into the darkness. Within a couple of minutes several others, a large male Uruk with dark skin, and Elf with intricate facial tattoos and a female Fae were the first to return to the fireside and begin examining Deryn. Their overlapping conversations about pattern weaves, combinations of the sixteen elements and frantic checking of old notebooks filled with archaic scrawls and symbols.<br/><br/><br/>It was the Fae that turned from Deryn to Imperellis to deliver their discoveries.<b>“She is infected with something more than a normal ‘disease’, this…thing, has attached itself to her Pattern but can be removed. We do not believe that she would become as the Beastkin we have seen, but think that she would be a carrier and able to infect others. It’s also possible that it could mutate and begin to affect other races.” </b>As she spoke to Imperellis, the remaining two healers continued to inspect Deryn’s wound, one of them sticking Deryn with a short needle like device as the other began a chant to remove the infection from Deryn. Malkier watched as the sickly colouration lessened and the dark, veiny tendrils retreated from where they had spread.<br/><br/><br/>A look of uncharacteristic concern on his face as Malkier stepped back towards Deryn, the Starcraft healers backing away, heading in the same direction as Impalla and Imperella talking amongst themselves about what their scans of Deryn’s pattern revealed.<b>“How are you feeling?”</b>He cast his eye over the site of the wound nodding gently as he looked up into her eyes<b> “It should heal given time now. You don’t want to leave it that long again.” </b>Pausing in thought, as he played back what had happened after their fight with the Beastkin<b>“Although I guess it’s partly my fault too, I should have checked you to see how badly wounded you were.” </b>letting out a deep sigh and bowing his head<b>“I’ll not make the same mistake again.” </b>He knew he could do nothing for her if she was infected again, his own healing ability being useless for the likes of Deryn. Perhaps one of the Starcraft Alchemists would have some curative remedies for sale or able to make some up before they set out.<br/><br/><br/>That last thought was what caused him to smile, he’d never been one to shirk from adventure or a challenge, but up until just know he didn’t know he had resolved to follow this crisis through to its conclusion and seemingly he was planning on dragging Deryn along with him. He was never one to drag others into danger, well except his ‘brothers’, but Deryn was not one of them and the idea of putting her in danger did not appeal.<b>“What are your plans now you have delivered your message? Will you head for the coast and home for Albion?”<br/>
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