Mirrim swallowed, and cast about for the weapon that might have inflicted this on Raevyn. She retrieved a dirty blade, though still very sharp, and ran her finger carefully along the edge. "It's not notched," she said after a minute, "which means there isn't a shard of blade in there that's making you dizzy." After a long pause she sighed. "That means it's probably poisoned. But I can't do much until we get you back to camp - I'm going to need a fire, and something to boil water in...do you think you could hang on long enough for us to help you back?"

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"As long as you don't need me to keep my eyes open.." she murmured, closing her eyes quickly as her stomach lurched. She felt vaguely queasy now, as if she were about to empty her stomach of its contents.

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Merrin glanced at Vennir. "Help me - but try to be gentle," she added, carefully reaching around to support Raevyn's shoulder. "We'll have you back soon," she told her reassuringly.

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Vennir nodded and put and arm under Raevyn's shoulder, then helped Mirrim hoist her up and start carrying her back to camp. Once there, they put her down on the ground.

"I'll get a fire going." He said, and jogged off to start one. too bad I can't create fire... he thought, briefly thinking about Raevyn and Tajien... but niether of them were in any shape to do that.

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"Thank you!" Mirrim called after him, looking over her shoulder. She helped Raevyn to her tent, thinking (rightly) that this would be far more comfortable than the hard ground. "Lie down, all right?" she said, helping her to sit down on the makeshift bed.

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Raevyn's only response was a brief nod, since she felt if she opened her mouth to speak, something else would come forth..so, lay down on the bed, she did, gingerly, while trying to avoid further pain from the wound in her side, though with just limited success in that regard.

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Mirrim hastily bandaged her with the strip she'd torn off her dress, and hurried out to see if Vennir had that fire ready yet, and to scavenge a pot or some sort of water receptacle from somewhere.

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Vennir watched carefully as a small flame flickered and crackled.

"Come on come on come on come on..." He whispered quietly, willing for the small flame to spread onto the firewood he had set out. The fire - after a bit of persuasion - burst up onto the firewood. "Yes! Mirrim, I got a fire going- Mirrim?" Vennir looked around as a furrow imbedded itself into his brow. Mirrim must be out lookin for something or another...

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Mirrim came around the corner of the tent with a small iron pot full of water. "Oh, thank you, Vennir," she told him in relief. "I think I know what to do for Raevyn." She paused for a moment and looked at him anxiously. "Do you...do you think you could carry Meleth to her tent? I don't know if - I don't know when she's going to wake up," she finished with determined optimism, but her lips were trembling.

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Vennir looked saddened by Mirrim's state, and put a hand on her shoulder and smiled sympatheticly,

"Of course I will." He got up and went over to where Meleth was and carefully picked her up, folding her arms across her stomach. He carried her to the tent that he had seen her go to the day before - assuming that it was hers - and lay her down on her bedroll, making it a point to prop up her head, making it easier to breath. He then sat outside, waiting for further unstruction or need.

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(*coughs* I think she meant take Meleth to her tent..)

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(OOOOOOOOOOH! Sorry... I just thought she meant Raevyn becuase she was the one they were dealing with at the moment.. *shrugs* Sorry! Just having another one of those blonde moments! *runs off to fix last post*)

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Mirrim was very busy, still giving slightly wounded rebels bandages and sending them off (her dress was quite significantly shorter now). After perhaps a quarter of an hour she peered round the flap of Raevyn's tent. "You still awake?"

((Lol SG, you make me laugh...))

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"Surprisingly..yes." came the somewhat tired reply. At least I didn't heave right here and now.. she then thought with a grimace, glad the former queasiness had passed. But, as was her luck, it had been replaced with a splitting headache.

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"Good." Came Mirrim's reply, and she came in with a goblet and set it down by Raevyn. "I'm aware that it won't taste very good, but it will help. Oh, and it'll likely make you sleepy, that happens. Let someone know if you need anything."

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Glancing at aforementioned goblet, Raevyn paused a moment, contemplating whether to drink it or not. The throbbing in her head won out, after all, and she lifted the goblet to her lips, draining it within about fifteen seconds, then grimacing heavily at the foul taste. Before she had the urge to heave it back up, however, she mercifully gave in to weariness and fell asleep.

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