Aeryn dives into her work.  She lays a shimmering hand on each soldier's head as she examines them, a small touch of power to ease their pain and coam them.  Gentle expression, soothing voice, the softest hands any of them have likely ever felt all add to the sum of her work.  The five lightly wounded are no problem, but she takes her time with them, she never, ever slights a a patient's  hurts.<br/><br/>The  badly wounded woman, that takes considerably more of her time.  She sings softly to the unconscious woman as she cleans and redresses her wounds, then lays both hands on either side of the gravest wound, goes still, and a shimmer flows from her into the dying woman.  The soldier almost immediately begins to stir, but Aeryn lays a firm hand on her shoulder "Easy, easy, I know, you feel fine as frog hair and ready to lead the charge.  You aren't, trust me.  the initial burst of energy will wear off and you will collapse like a cut-string puppet. Rest, that's an order, soldier."  A pat on the cheek and she moves to the poisoned man.<br/><br/>This man injuries, she darts a look at Captain Akket.  For just a moment her control lips as her face twists with anger and she silently mouths "Drow."  Then her face clears and she returns to her work.  Two pulses of magic to heal the nerve damage, not enough, not enough, but it is all she has left.  She sings to him softly, not a lullaby but a song of home and friends as she carefully drains and cleans his wounds.  She looks at his eyes with critical study and her jaw sets visibly.  But she has done what she can and gently kisses his forehead "That's all I can do for you, soldier.  Right now, anyway.  I will tend to you further I promise.<br/><br/>She is bone weary by this point, to say that her day has been long would never do it justice.  She pauses by Xen and the wounded half-orc and whispers into the Elf's ear "I need a drink.  Maybe three but the second I stop moving I'm going to pass out."  She gives the half-orc a nod and a light squeeze on his unwounded shoulder, then after a brief hesitation, gives Xen a peck on the cheek as she rises and leaves the tent.  "Captain, is there anything else that demands my attention?"  She is literally swaying on her feet by this point.  She tries to tug her gloves on, drops one, bends to pick it up and slips to her knees.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">take 10 for treating the five less wounded soldiers, give a 23 on the skill check.  take twenty of the seriously wounded and poisoned soldiers, gives 33 on the check.<br/><br/>Use Lay On Hands ability to heal each soldier of one HP, this is mainly for pain management purposes.  that leaves me with 17 to use.<br/><br/>Cure light wounds on the soldier in the negatives (1d8 =5 for levels plus additional  +5 for levels from Augment Healing feat, +4 for CHA bonus:  19.  30243. At 2011-07-26 17:34:37, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 1d8a14 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30243)<br/><br/>Poisoned soldier: Drain and clean the wound, cast Lesserrestoration twice to heal 4 points of Dex damage.  30245. At 2011-07-26 17:53:52, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 2d4 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30245)</div></div>