#brightwindsbarony

the little girl should be dead.. chimerically at least. She has bites all over her, tears and rents....

her mein flickers on and off like a faulty light bulb or a sun the darkest clouds seek to block

shallow breathing, Catir gurgles "take... take care of sparrow... "

"Don't be stupid. Catir? We're gonna go to the hold now, okay?" Grete is short, but she is strong-boned and wiry with muscle, and she hefts the sidhe onto her shoulders in the carry that she's seen firemen do. At least, seen on TV, and on that Calendar that Clio keeps in her office.

She's not light, but she's less bulky, pound for pound, then many of the bricks and stones Grete hefts around on the regular...

Catir groans in pain "Careful... blood loss... tilt parts that leak up... if I had strength to heatherbalm I'd try to fix myself.. not sure I'l lmake.."

ANd Catir passes out from the pain as more blood gushes

Grete grunts and tries to shift her as indicated, even as she starts a steady pace to the hold.

She doesn't know any first aid... something something, feed a cold, starve a fever? NOT helpful... she picks up her pace, running now as Catir goes silent.

Keeping an eye out for anyone she can see in the distance, otherwise, as she approaches the hold, she starts bellowing for help. Probably quite soaked with blood now as well, even if it isn't her own.

Hoofbeats "Did someone call for..." Ross has come out, the centaur grump has been a dad for a while, alarmed youngster picks up on his station

"Catir is hurt! She needs healing NOW!"

"Sweet Jesus on a crutch" he curses and moves to the girls, "Okay okay hold on. I don't have healing gear on me but climb on my back with her and hold her steaady, we'll get her to the hold"

She scrambles up and pulls Catir with her, now that she's not running, she can look for wherever the worst of the bleeding is coming from? And press her hands there.

The sidhe looks so pale and small and not very intimidating at all like this.... and Grete starts to feel a churning, sinking, unpleasant feeling inside, a not-very-happy feeling.

"Not too hard, come on" the centaur makes speed but it is the smoothness of his gait that he focuses on more ""HEALER!"

"Dad...? Dad!" Nessa is tending the flower pots outside the main ramp in, and her eyes widen. She sets up the call as well, seeking either of her mentors for their power.

"Nessa, get bandages, we may need sutures and stitches"

"They have magic!" She calls back, but she doesn't argue with her pops, and she DOES know where to find those quickly, sweeping whatver is on the nearest table off onto the floor without care, and spreading a clean cloth. "Here, set her down. She's so pale..."

Grete gets out of the way, sinking back to the edge of the room. Her expression grave, and a little terrified.

"I know, but I don't see Bix or others around.. so.. help me out"

And they work, old school , Ross and Nessa knows when to lift the head and when to lift the legs, and with a first aid kit they can bind the worst wounds, enough so she can be safely moved closer to the balefire

"Okay. She's shocky, and still in the danger zone but she's no longer bleeding" Ross says with expertise

Meanwhile, Grete has fled.

"Grete what... Oh kay" he looks about, then shrugs and makes sure the little sidhe is closer to the balefire

"Nessa, go find an of the healers with magic if you can... I'll stay by Catir" Ross tells his daughter, "And, you did well"

"I will. I think I know where to look." She hurries out, and starts to check all of the known locations that her Mentors hang out in.

Meanwhile... Grete climbs the stairs to the highest lookout in the hold. She hesitates a few times, but then straightens her chin and climbs. She doesn't like heights, but that's not what is bothering her now... as she seeks out Sparrow on the heights, hoping she finds her, and worried that she will.