Fjorm gets to work on healing Lucina, her hands soft and gentle as she guides the staff.  "It will be ok," she whispers softly, tending each cut and bruise tenderly.<br/><br/>Her makeup is ruined from her tears, her hair disheveled.  She knows how Kiran felt about Lucina, knows what it means for her chances.  But it isn't Lucina's fault, not her intent, so Fjorm works quickly, gently and effeciently.  "Just let me know where you hurt and if I am being too rough, ok?" Fjorm whispers softly to her.  "If there is anything I can do to help you, just let me know."