Raziel listed all that had been done to her, and Ensarrian tightened his grip on her arm just slightly so he wouldn’t hurt her. His blood boiled with rage, but he calmed himself with a brief reminder that the woman who hurt Raziel was getting what she deserved. By now the paralysis was setting in, he imagined, as the pain reached its climax. He could already imagine her screams before the silence. It almost brought a cruel smile to his face. But he resisted and returned to reality. Kohaku was looking at Nelanna after hearing Raziel’s response. Nelanna returned his gaze with a sorrowful one, then she looked at the Angel, “What happened?”
“She was tortured,” Ensarrian said simply. His Master stiffened with massive eyes of horror. “I figured as much,” Kohaku cut in, who had already returned to cleansing her hand. His eyes were oddly lacking any emotion. Not quite empty, but more like he was used to this, unwavered. Ensarrian lifted a single brow at him. “The placements of these wounds are hardly lethal,” the fox explained. “If killing her was no the initiative, then causing pain was. Crippling her hands is proof, for they are her means of sight.” Ensarrian blinked in amazement, “You know she’s blind?” Kohaku, without peeling his eyes from her hand, dipped the rag back into the bucket and continued with the cleaning, “Their color may help with making them look that way, but when you’ve seen as many blind eyes as I have, you learn the unmistakable signs.”
Finally, he finished washing away the blood on her one hand, and Nelanna handed him the alcohol for a deeper, better clean that added the benefit of numbing the wound. However, before he started pouring it, Raziel called for Nelanna’s attention. Once she had finished giving her instructions, Nelanna spun on her heel and raced out of the room with determination. Then Raziel turned to Ensarrian. He ignored the look of surprise on Kohaku’s face at her name for him and listened intently. “I…” he began, but stopped short. He had never set a broken bone right before and wasn’t sure he knew how. Was there a secret to it? His fiery eyes lifted to set on Kohaku’s face for a heartbeat, then back down at Raziel. “I can try,” he replied. He would do anything for her. And if he didn’t know how, then he will learn, somehow, some way.
Ever so carefully, he took her hand in his and gazed up on her crooked fingers. Broken bones was a familiar feeling, and the sight of hers reminded him of every little detail. He knew exactly how she was feeling. Hesitantly, he took the first finger, and with a sympathetic wince, he popped it back into place. With it set right, he moved to the next. Each pop and crack was painful to hear, especially when he could feel every single one beneath his hands. Once he was done Kohaku went back to working on her other hand. Ensarrian blinked. Had the fox been watching him? Perhaps to make sure he didn’t do something wrong. Ensarrian assumed he did good if Kohaku said nothing. “This may sting a little,” said Kohaku, and he began pouring the alcohol. This is when Ensarrian started telling Raziel what she wanted to know.
“The woman you ask of it an angel, like you. Her wings are just as white as yours, her hair long and honey brown with large amber eyes.” He paused, trying to recall her details from when he was closest to her. He wasn’t sure telling her the colors helped or not, but he figured she didn’t want anything left out. “Her face is quite attractive, soft, with plump lips and a button nose, and her skin is lightly tan. As for her height… I would say she is about an inch or two taller than Nelanna. She seems fit and strong, certainly capable of handling herself in a fight.” He recalled his brief fight with her, remembering how strong she was. It was impressive, but not many people could fare any better against a Wyvern like him, especially if he had used his larger and more vicious form.
“What is her name?” Kohaku suddenly asked. He had finished cleansing the open wound and begun stitching it before rubbing a salve over it, then wrapping it in bandages. Ensarrian shook his head, “I don’t know. We didn’t exactly have time to introduce ourselves.”
“Ramiel,” the strong yet feminine voice turned his head towards the door. The angel was standing in the doorway with Raziel’s bag in hand. Nelanna was with her, carrying the requested cup of tea to Raziel. “My name is Ramiel,” the angel said more softly, and stepped into the room.