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The door swings open, and two figures stumble through, one almost carrying the other into the bar.

Sharpe's clothes and sword are covered in blood, and Behrooz is barely conscious, leaning on him. The younger man is bleeding heavily, from a rather nasty bullet wound to the gut.

They could probably use some help.

[ooc: healer OOCly pre-arranged, but otherwise entirely un-plotlocked. Have at!]

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The rather pretty young woman in a dark dress sipping her tea is suddenly alert at the sight of the two injured men. Quickly, she rose to her feet and strode over to Sharpe. Her heavily accented voice is sharp, and brooked no argument. It was the kind of voice that was used to being obeyed.

"I am a Restorer."

A small pause as she added.

"A Healer. Please, allow me to help."

Behrooz's head moves sharply toward the woman at first, but the gold eyes resting on her are rather unfocused, and he doesn't seem to show much reaction to her beyond that.

Sharpe looks up at her and nods, once.

"I'm not hurt. Help the boy."

Guppy hurries over when he sees Behrooz.

"I'm a doctor, do you want some help?"

Irritably, Lyrae snapped at Guppy, waving her hand vaguely at him. How was she supposed to work with some random doctor here? He needed immediate care not a pill.

"No, you will only get in the way. Go get some wipes to clean up the blood or something."

A golden nimbus began to burn in the air around Lyrae as she embraced the Source. This was something she had done so long it was second nature. Quickly, she turned to Sharpe and gave a quick order.

"I will take care of you in a few minutes. Hold him still."

Gently, she laid a hand on Behrooz as weaves of air, water, and spirit flowed over his body. The torn flesh began to knit, muscle weaving back together. After a few seconds, the destroyed skin reformed whole and without even a scar.

Lyrae's body shuddered as she finished. That was extremely difficult, her breath drawing quickly. A glance up to Behrooz and Sharpe.

"It is finished."

Behrooz gasps sharply when she starts, shivering roughly as the wound disappears.

When she's done, exhaustion seems to overcome him almost immediately, and though his eyes linger on Lyrae for the moment, a little uncertain, but he doesn't seem to have the energy to speak.

Sharpe held the boy down without comment, and now shoots her a grateful look.

"Thanks. Didn't want him dying on my watch."

Guppy stares at Lyrae for a moment, a variety of equally rude replies flowing through his brain. But he's worried about Behrooz, and she seems to be doing a good job.

He puts a chair near her in case the healing took too much out of her, then grabs a mop from the bar.

"Nice job." he says to Lyrae. "Plenty of space in the infirmary."

A disdainful sniff to the chair. She would rest when her duties were finished and not until then. Gesturing towards his face with her slender fingers, she carefully wove. Behrooz dropped off to sleep. He needed to recuperate.

"He just needs rest."

Turning to Sharpe, she calmly inquired.

"Do you know if he has a room here?"

"...probably?" Sharpe says after a second, with a shrug. "I don't really know him, we just have a friend in common, but he came from here."

He starts going through Behrooz's pockets, looking for a room key.

An irritated sigh as she placed her hands on her hips. Well, she cannot very well take him to her room, so this infirmary it is. The idea of what might pass for medical care in this place horrified her.

"Never mind. While I am sure this infirmary indulges in all manner of barbaric practices, we need to get him to a bed, and surely they can manage that."

"Yes, they can. And don't worry, nothing barbaric will happen to him." Guppy says with a hint of sarcasm.

"We can just keep an eye on him and make sure he's not on his own when he wakes up. And you won't have to drag him up the stairs either."

He finishes mopping the blood and goes to get a wheelchair from the infirmary. Beats dragging the guy after all.

Sharpe is still supporting Behrooz, now because of the exhaustion rather than the wound.

"There'll be a bed for him, aye. And thanks to you, seems he'll need no more than rest."

Lyrae nodded calmly. Flows of air delicately lifted Behrooz's unconcious form. She was in better shape than Sharpe.

"He will sleep for a number of days. I have made sure of that."

A pause as she turned to Sharpe.

"As soon as he is in bed, I will take care of you."

"I told you", he says stubbornly, "I'm not hurt. None of it's my blood."

Guppy comes back with the chair, offering to take the weight from both of them.

He eyes Sharpe, but says nothing, knowing that Lyrae will bite his head off if he tries.

Shaking her head for a moment, Lyrae quickly quipped. Pondering for a moment, the primitive wheelchair.

"Wait here for a moment. It is unnecessary."

After taking Behrooz to the infirmary and getting him a bed, Lyrae returned to Sharpe. Folding her arms, she glanced skeptically. Men were always so stubborn.

"Are you sure? I can Delve to check for injuries."

"...delve how?" he asks warily. "Anyway, they never touched me. Wouldn't have got the boy if they hadn't come from two directions and confused him."

Lyrae nodded calmly to Sharpe. Her voice calm as she carefully explained if a bit pedantically.

"With the One Power. I can detect injuries without touching you."

He nods, understanding all he needs to now.

"Only injuries I've got are long-healed. But thanks for the thought."

A gracious nod to Sharpe.

"Very well."

Turning away for a moment, she turned back.

"If you should have further need of me, then simply inquire. I am called Lyrae Addam should you need a name."

He blinks at the unfamiliar name, but nods.

"I'll remember. And I'll tell the lad, when he wakes up."

A light laugh.

"Oh, Lord Behrooz and I have met before, Child. He will not wake for several days."

He eyes her at the 'Child', but... who knows how old she might really be, in this place? Even if it isn't just some odd custom. Priests call everybody 'child', after all.

"I'll tell him it were you anyway. With all the blood he lost, he might not remember. Name's Sharpe, by the way."

A firm nod to him as she wandered off to post a notice on the board. His family and friends, if he had any, would want to know. Her voice was slightly indulgent.

"As you like, Lord Sharpe."

Guppy spots them come in, puts down his newspaper and hurries over.

"Do you want some help?"

Sharpe nods curtly.

"The lad's been shot."

Archie's there, nicely tanned, but otherwise same as always.

"Good God, Richard... what happened?

He isn't moving like he's hurt, for what it's worth. There's just the blood.

"Rescue mission went wrong. The boy needs help."

That's something at least.

"Do you need help getting him to the infirm?"

"That or to a healer." He offers a strained, ironic smile. "Know any?"

"Plenty. I can do in a pinch. Where's he hurt?"

"Gutshot", Sharpe tells him grimly, meeting his eyes. They both know what that can mean, at least in their time and place.

He kicks a chair out of the way, lowering the boy gently to the bar floor.

Archie flinches visibly and curses.

"Is... is the ball still in there?"

"Didn't have time to check", Sharpe mutters. "I bloody well hope not."

"Doesn't matter, I suppose. Not for now..."

Later though, if it is still imbedded, someone might want to look to it to keep it from festering. Archie takes a deep breath and traces the runes; Sowulo and Gebo glimmer green and gold before fading into the other man's skin. It isn't a perfect job, but he's safe for the moment. He won't be dying soon.

It's more than good enough, for now, and Sharpe sags a little in relief.

"Thanks, Archie."

He nods, leaning back on his heels.

"You may want to find a proper healer to get the rest taken care of. I think all I did was keep him alive."

He shakes his head slowly, first hand experience has taught him all too well what that can mean.

"Even that doesn't last sometimes."

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