Kalith had kept to her word so to say , she'd only actually went to a few of her choice contacts in Riften for supplies for the healing she'd guessed the girl would need. The whole while her mind flitted to the smaller Bosmer as she walked the streets, making sure to take side-cuts and alleys when she could to avoid the gawking over her now-healthy state. Her thoughts languished on the sensual details, the kissing, the writhing bodies, sweat glossed skin.... She felt her blood flow to a familiar place and groaned, rubbing her hand over the slight rise in her dress before rolling her red eyes. "They'd either do it or they wouldn't, she should focus on what she had fetched and what the task before her was. To heal the damn stubborn wood elf without making it seem backhanded or otherwise offensive. Mer had a pride to them and she knew much better than to wound it, lest she lose her sister-elf's friendship but by Azura it was damnable sometimes, too many prideful and determined races sharing one world, one small continent as well.<br/><br/>All it took was some exchanged letters of credit with Agatha, her witch friend out in the wilds and some gold for the guards to come down with a sudden memory deficiency and forget they ever saw the two even meet outside the gates of Riften, but as sun was setting and the cool air whisked over kalith's skin and billowed the skirt of her white day-dress the vampiress felt immediate relief. The sun was one of the few things that actually made her feel the warmth and heat she so missed and yearned for, however it was to an intolerable level. Kalith swore whenever the light hit her she could feel her blood start to writhe beneath her skin as if it was somehow sentient and trying to avoid the rays of the sun, it made her 'crawl' so to speak and immensely uncomfortable, it made her feel entirely vulnerable and that was not what she wished for.<br/><br/>The Dunmer was already too emotionally raw as it was from her ordeals with her faith, this was surely a trial by Meridia if anything but just when would it end? When would her life as a miserable creature of the night finally be over so she could live once more without looking over her shoulder for hunters or walk outside and not feel her blood boil and skin crawl with the intense heat. The satchel around her shoulder bounced on her left hip as she walked, the thin Dunmer swaying slightly with the added weight of all the poltices and salves she bought , more out of a need to stock up anyway thought the Bosmer warranted more than she usually found herself purchasing. As the woman rounded the corner and came upon the front entrance of her shop her eyes widened and she stood perfectly, impossibly still for a mortal as her eyes took in the scene , glinting in the darkness like an animal's.  The hot steel poker, the shirt lifted up over her companion's abdomninals.<br/><br/>kalith quickly stepped forward, covering the distance perhaps a little more quickly than even her long, lissom legs were capable of and soon she was kneeling down by Lithelle, her hands sweeping over the smooth skin of her stomach, leaning in closer til her nose was almost touching the other woman's abs as she peered at the wound. Narrow punctures, a long slender blade made them. it wasn't the blade of a sword yet too big to be an arrow and of course it lacked the.. roughness that usually came from people pulling out the arrows themselves rather than seeking temple treatment. kalith's time as a warrior and servant of Meridia before her turning had given her some base medical knowledge and that combined with her knowledge of weapons led her to believe that this was a dagger wound and judging by the inflamed flesh and the redness around the wound it was in the beginning stages of infection.<br/><br/>The Dunmer loosed a prayer to Saint Nerevar and picked up the woman , taking the hot iron in her hand, ignoring the burning of her flesh before dumping it in the dousing pool with a billow of smoke. What was the stupid Bosmer even thinking of performing surgery on herself like that? She could have slipped and damn near killed herself or passed out with the iron still in her body. By the Saints what in all of Oblivion   was she thinking?!Quickly the Dark elf made it inside and closed the shutters to her shop and lit the candles as quick as she could before carrying the woman to a bench and opening her satchel. After fetching a rag she first went to the painful process of actually disenfecting the wound... a large bottle of high-proof almost 100% alcohol Cyrodilian brandy was used. The vampire dabbed caringly at the wound, sopping up whatever puss or blood rose from it. After that the woman would , almost in a motherly way, bandage the Bosmer's waist after applying some salve and place her in bed, sitting beside her in a chair to watch over her. While she waited for the elf to rouse she read from an -old- book the title across the front read " The Sermons of Vivec"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>