<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gzkeEiS.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Medb Mag Uidhir (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2044223)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>A loose fitting dark cloth dress, some foliage, a pair of heavy work boots and a backpack full of books and equipment<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Curious about that mask<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Aloisa, Danae, deceased orderlies<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Medb shook her head at the white-haired warrior, "Nay," she replied, "If you're uninjured from the scuffle and your current bindings don't feel moist then they can stay put for now, I wouldn't think it best to change them at the moment at any rate. At any rate the pain is good, it shows the fibres of your flesh are mending. If you felt no pain after what I've seen of your prior injuries that would be a thing of worry," whereafter she spoke to Aloisa, "and nay to your query too, this small ember is as much as I am able to produce. I have access to a more potent ice enchantment and several rites of healing, but my speciality has always been the study of life and how the body works."<br/><br/>"Although," she mutters as her curious eyes drunk in the form Danae now worked on, eager to see what yolk lay beneath the shell of the mask, "I could potentially heat the pipes the creature fled into, but I don't know how much of the building would be affected, if it would only be for the area around us or the entire building if it's connected? I have ne'er tested the limits of the spell before. But for actual, tangible fire? I'd need a night's reflection to do such a thing." She took time at this point to empty out the contents of the flask she had found excited to tease her samples into it, "Though it doesn't seem to be made of blood, it simply seems dyed that way. Look how viscous it is, how springy and unlike the sanguine life that flows through veins... though if one of us were a poet I suppose one could make a connection to its red liquid form running through the pipes like blood through the body of this Asylum. Mayhaps there's a heart? Personally I'd rather get your compatriots and flee this place ne'er to find out."