#idc who's hand that is on her jaw it could me maron's vic's yrre's or just someone w/ sense who knows it's a bad idea for her to see lol

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MARON ( @azmenka ) said ❝ don’t move. you’ll only make the pain worse. ❞

She's still not clear exactly WHAT happened — just that one moment she was fine, and the next she wasn't. The line had broken but she and the other archers had seen it coming. She'd nearly lodged her hatchet in a man's skull she remembers that. So when had — whatever happened — happened? She thinks she might've been stabbed or shot or something but she doesn't know. It's all somehow far away and blindingly present all at once.

Maron's above her, holding her up she thinks, so the battle probably over now (whenever that is, time is strange at this moment) and they've likely won it or this wouldn't be happening. He speaks, telling her what to do and the part of her that studied medicine under maester luwin dimly agrees with him. Still it would be better if she saw, if she knew what had happened so she could plan accordingly. Which is also in accordance with the same teachings, though usually meant for someone treating and not the patient. Still. She begins to turn her head down to look at the wound but a strong hand brings forces her jaw back up before she can see.

Maron is yelling orders in that odd tongue of his, gamall jarn. Theon told them a little about it, taught them a smattering of words to show off but never any more. Ironborn secrets. Ironborn. As far as she knows she's the last stark alive save Jon and the only one who can take up ownership of Winterfell. If this wound is as bad as she's starting to think it is, not just her life, but the future of her people rests in the arms of the king of the Ironborn. A historically terrible place to be, right beside a Red King. There's probably some tactical or personal advantage to letting her die — there's also probably some tactical or personal advantage to not letting her either. She's a bit too preoccupied to think of the political ramifications and military advantages right now.

He looks down at her again, checking. His eyes are very blue, the sky very grey behind him. Well, alright. I've trusted him this far, might as well go all the way. There's movement, she's being braced, held steady by what seems to be half the burliest men in Westeros, a sudden catastrophic pain. She screams. And blacks out.

wound related starters | accepting