OOC>>> [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] You're no way near as dramatic as me, Larry
Isaura
Watching her beloved drift off into a more merciful release from what can only be pure agony, she heaves a sigh of relief. Suddenly feeling sticky, she glances down to discover her entire body drenched in perspiration. A slight groan and stir draws her attention once more to Raymond.
The bravest man she had ever known.
His wounds... they're raw... ~ Yet the memory of how Joy had escaped her while left alone returns to haunt her ~ How can I heal him without leaving him? ~ She unclasps her cloak, wrapping it around the injurious parts. Then closes her eyes, praying fervently that the gods will save her beloved once again...