#rivervale_lodge

"k."

And really, aside from one or two missteps, she could be. "Well, the goo is pretty gross... "

An eye roll, and she switches to making a call as they walk. "Mom? Mom, coming home, Dagmar needs help, and Symon's going to show up, too. Be there soon. No, we're most of the way already."

She shoves the phone away.

"I'd really like a shower." Her wounded arm stays drawn in. "Sorry."

"You get first dibs."

Symon is a bit ahead of the game. Was he already out in the woods? Maybe, though the rumour is that these trails are haunted by hopscotching child demons. Slumping his way along a trail towards the lodge proper.

And they make it to the Lodge

They run into Symon just before getting there, both splattered with ichor and Dagmar also dripping some of her own blood. Sylvi's got a nice purple bruise rising on her jaw. "Hey, Symon."

As they walk, Dag starts falling behind... slowing down as it becomes harder to ignore the damage. But she perseveres.

Sylvi slows her pace as soon as she notices.

Jaymes is out front, "What the heck?"

"Shit." He slides out of the shadows, actually pushing the hair from his eyes as he sees the look of the two. "If you look this crappy, I don't want to see the other guy. Hospital or morgue?"

Her shoulders curl in, and she hides the arm. "Sorry." she mumbles.

"This big bug thing broke into her house while I was there." She rushes inside to get Kerri, leaving Dagmar there with Jaymes and Symon.

He gives Sylvi a look, sizing up her condition, before sliding over towards Dagmar. "What for? That looks nasty. Lemme see." Not a doctor's order, more morbid curiousity, and he flicks a look up at her. "This looks like a BITE. I hope you gutted it good."

She just... stands there, swaying slightly. "It's fine. No big deal. Doesn't hurt."

Jaymes raises a brow, and takes his own turn looking at hte wound, "No signs of venom I can see." he raises a brow, "You sure it doesn't hurt? THAT might be a case of venom, or nerve damage."

A few moments later, Kerri is striding out the front door. Sylvi follows soon after with some wet cloths.

She is however, keeping her arm tight against her body, covering it with her other hand.

A blink, and he asks, "Where's the flyswatter?" Moving a little closer to Dagmar as the troops file in, so that she can hear him above the chatter sure to ensue.

Terse. "Home."

Kerri, no nonsense, guides her to a garden bench. "Sit." And she carefully looks at the wound. "Let me see...."

She doesn't resist Kerri's steering, stumbling along and sitting.

Kerri frowns as she looks at the bite. Then she nods. "Symon, would you pull three leaves from that plant just to your right? Carefully, don't rip them."

Jaymes is hovering over Kerri, "She said it didn't hurt.. that's not normal... you think maybe it's poisoned after all"

Kerri looks Dagmar in the eyes.

About to slink back out of the way of the healing crew, he hesitates, as if to protest the order - but really, it was a question. Leaning down, he carefully wraps his fingers around the leaves and plucks then from the stems. He gives them a curious sniff before offering to Kerri. "Medicine? Or something to smoke to dope her up?" A shake of his head. "Don't think she'd like that."

Dag winces when Kerri touches her arm, despite efforts not to react. She avoids meeting her gaze.

A moment, and she shakes her head to Jaymes. "She's just tough as nails." Then she accepts the leaves from Symon and explains, "For a bunk. A rather gross one, I'm afraid, Dagmar, so forgive me." She pops the leaves into her own mouth, scowling as she chews for several seconds...and then leans forward and spits a frothy green liquid onto the large wound.

A grimace!

She carefully and gently presses the edges of the wound a bit closer together.

He grins, a flash of greying gums, at the gross bunk. "Ever have someone throw up when you're healing them?" Sliding a bit closer to Dagmar, unphased himself, and he whispers for Dag's hearing. "Y'know, this is one thing Fairies got over muggles. Socialized Health Care. The rules say they gotta heal ya, so you won't owe them none for it."

Now she makes a noise, a soft whine that she manages to cut off after a second. A stiff nod for Symon.

the wound starts to heal as Kerri's magic does her work.

"I know, sorry, sorry...." Kerri murmurs as the whine escapes Dagmar's control.

Jaymes loosk relieved, then glances at Dagmar, "you were lying about not hurting? Geez kid. It's okay to admit you're flesh and bone."

"And spit." He adds, helpfully.

"Sorry."

The wound continues to seal and the pain truly recedes

Kerri glances up at Jaymes, and then at Dagmar. "It's okay."

She lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, tension easing. "Oh..."

Sylvi sighs with relief as she sees the wound start to heal up. "Hey, you want to..." She offers Dagmar a damp cloth to wipe off some of the muck.

Jaymes looks over at Symon, "the girls probably feel gross enough don't you think?"

Kerri watches until she's sure the wound joins completely. "You might keep a scar, hard to say."

"Thanks..." Dag takes the offered cloth.

Whatever response he was giving is lost in a whispered mutter, drawing back slightly. "....girls... .... ..." But he swallows the rest of it, expression hidden behind hair.

Satisfied with her work, Kerri stands, spitting the last taste of the leaves away. "So...giant attacking bug?"

"Momento," Jaymes says then

Speaking of the scar