<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/dc/92/d0dc92c15b16a3c5a862b98103af0eac.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Ksenia Ashlace (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356551#msg16356551)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Combat boots, black jeans and a grey tank top<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Vancouver Institute infirmary<br/><strong>DATE/TIME:</strong>Wednesday, July 5 in the early morning ---> July 6, mid-morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Damage control<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah, Lydia<hr/>Her head was like a buzzing hive once Lydia helped her bring the mundane into to a secluded part of the infirmary where one of the lingering healer Shadowhunters could assess her; initially with blessedly few questions asked. Lydia was adamant to her fellow senior Shadowhunters to keep attention minimal on the brunette while they went about treating the small blunt trauma wound on the back of the girl's head, followed by carrying out a more thorough diagnostic.<br/><br/>"She'll be fine, right?" Ksenia asked. She was practically hovering at the bedside where the Shadowhunter healer stood over the yet unnamed young woman. Lydia looked sidelong at her.<br/><br/>"The blow to her head wasn't strong enough to cause any serious damage but she'll have a headache for a couple of days. There's not much else I can offer beyond basic treatment until I finish my assessment."<br/><br/>Ksenia nodded. Nervously she folded her hands into the crooks of her arms and jut them into her sides like she was trying to stay warm. "Of course. Yeah." Another wary nod followed. Lydia moved beside her covertly and gave a small reassuring touch as she passed to join the older Shadowhunter at the mundane's bedside. It was safe to say Ksenia didn't get much sleep the morning of the vampire attack or for the rest of the day, really. Eventually, the stubborn young hunter consented to take a seat near the bed where she ended up falling asleep in the early afternoon without any hindrance from the rays of sunlight streaming in from the vaulted windows.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"She's awake!" Ksenia said in a soft but earnest voice. The older blonde woman appeared from nearby to see the girl was indeed coming around. It was she who answered first.<br/><br/>"You're in the infirmary of the Vancouver Institute. You got hurt, but it was nothing serious." Her answer was unexpectedly vague and a little on the ominous side, banking on the mundane not being able to piece things together fully. Though her expression had considerably softened compared to when she first lay eyes on that limp form off the back of Ksenia's bike. The younger Shadowhunter stepped close to the bed but didn't immediately sit at the edge - just in case she put the stranger on edge as Lydia's gentle interrogation continued. "Do you have any family who are missing you right now?" The blonde cocked her head ever so slightly when pitching her earnest question. Maybe a way to get the important bits out before her memory was wiped and they could drop her off at a safe spot--<br/><br/>"Lydia." Alric, the Shadowhunter healer who got the mundane set up the previous morning had returned to beckon Lydia over for a private chat. He looked well put together with his cropped sandy brown hair combed to the side and wearing a plain, perfectly fitting black shirt and pants.<br/><br/>"I tried to clear her mind earlier this morning like you asked, but something got in the way." Lydia's pensive brow begged him to go on. "It's some kind of strong magic... blocking me. A warlock spell, specifically, that much I can tell. But I can't circumvent it."<br/><br/>A huff rolled past Lydia's pursed lips. She looked back over her shoulder to Ksenia, who took the opportunity to sit at the end of the mundane's bed, then turned back to the healer. "So you're saying it can't be done, Alric?" she clarified. He nodded back. Another small sigh followed the first. "We have to let Francis know she has the Sight."<br/><br/>Alric dipped his cropped sandy brown head. The fainest peek of his pink tongue darted out to moisten his lips. "Already done..."<br/><br/>While Lydia was discussing the particulars with the healer, Ksenia carefully moved in toward the not-so-mundane's bed. Ksenia noted the pained squint and temple rubbing from a moment ago and immediately killed the harsh fluorescent light looming above the bedside in lieu of softer mid-morning sunlight.<br/><br/>"How're you feeling?" Ksenia asked earnestly. Lydia mentioned the others went on an eventful mission yesterday while she slept - Francis hadn't called her up for it - and made a mental note to get the cliff's notes... after she made sure the mundie was okay.