she was trying her hardest. she really was. she knew what decius had planned and she intended to stop it, but she also knew she had to be very careful about how she did. she could not tell anyone. and, at the same time, she couldn't get in his way. not unless she was with deldrach or someone else. perhaps they could take him on together.

so, naturally, she was already on her way over. she needed to check on deldrach regularly. she needed to make sure decius hadn't gone through. she needed to make sure it wasn't too late. she took lynn with her, having him carry a small bit of herbs. if she showed up late, she would be ready. she needed to be ready for every outcome. being stuck in the submarine most days gave her plenty of time to prepare.

the injured girl pushed her way through the jungle, moving sort of fast. she felt very nervous, and that much was clear in her gaze already. she didn't know what she would find each time this happened. she didn't know if decius would get angry at her for doing this. she didn't even know if he would find out she was doing this. but, she needed to try. she didn't know what else to do besides that.

she is late.

that much is clear to her when she scents the blood. goldie struggled towards the scent, her breaths quickening. she already expected the worst, but that wouldn't stop her from feeling how she did when she spotted deldrach. "d-deldr-drach!" she called in alarm, appearing ready to breakdown at any moment. but, she couldn't. she needed to remain as calm as she possibly could.

"i'm ss-sorry...h-he - d-did hh-he-" she began to whisper so only she could hear, but cut herself off quickly. it was too dangerous to even ask if it was decius. it was too dangerous to let her know. decius hadn't killed her, but it doesn't appear he was trying to. not yet, at least.

she let in a singular gasp, closing her eyes as she turned for a moment and called, "w-we need medics!" after this, the girl grabbed some bandages out of the pouch she'd placed around lynn's neck, the harpy eagle letting out small, concerned screes. she shakily and gently attempted to push them against deldrach's wounds. stop and clean the blood. that was most important at this stage. she could do that, even if her body screamed out in pain and panic against her.

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It took a while for her to arrive on the scene after she heard Goldie's initial call for help - though, as she did, the ocelot felt surprised at seeing the lioness in such a terrible state. If were to guess who in the Typhoon might end up the victim of a blitz attack, the powerful female wouldn't even rank on Rosemary's list. "Good work, Goldie and Aita," she murmured, sitting down by the lioness's crooked front paws and efficiently extracting some useful items from her satchel. First, she plucked a tin of goldenrod ointment and a flask of water out, passing them to Aita and Goldie with a motion of her muzzle to the cuts - a nonverbal command to clean and deal with them.

Turning her four eyes to the broken paws, a grimace formed on her face without her knowledge; the delicate bones of the wrists and paws were difficult to mend properly. Even the act of setting them right - not counting their need for moving around - was a daunting task in of itself. Pulling out two long pieces of metal from her satchel, her frown deepened as she realized the wounds required a more sophisticated splint than she usually applied for more common sprains and breaks. Looking at Vandal, she murmured, "Can you get me thick blankets, towels, furs?" She had some tough bandages, those seemed inadequate for her needs here.

[ sorry for the lat post !
what are her exact injuries? ]

© MADI