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[ it is with deadly purpose that morgana pendragon addresses the network, something she has not done since her arrival. the subject, a white dragon of poor health, lays in view curled upon her bed, watching with queerly blue eyes. ]

Consider this a warning─ [ the dragon lifts its head. ] bring harm to this dragon and you will know suffering beyond all imagining. She is under my protection and I will not allow more harm to befall her.

[ sarrum's treatment still lays fresh in her mind. each hand he lifted against her was done against aithusa also, the dragon doomed to grow in a space far too small for her. the painful cries haunt her dreams as much as the irons that cut into her wrists. men are cruel creatures and the fae has gathered a great many of them to their chests, who is to say that it will not happened again? or worse. ]

I trust I make myself clear.

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Ariadne. [ At least there's room for a dragon in them. ] Yours?

Morgana. [ aithusa shifts blinking at the locket, attention clearly focused on the conversations being had. ]

[ And Ariadne offers both Morgana and Aithusa a smile. ] And what's she called?

Her name is Aithusa.

Aithusa, [ she repeats, then nods. ] I'll go and get those herbs.

A raven will find you. [ enchanted, of course, with directions where to find both her and the dragon. ]

[ Pretty bird c: ] I'll keep an eye on the sky, then.

Good, I shall be waiting.

[ It's not hard to get the healers to give her some herbs; Ariadne doesn't know them, really, but they insist that they're herbs that will assist and help her pack them into a satchel. The raven is waiting for her when she leaves, and Ariadne wastes no time in following. ]

Hello?

[ it is a royal room that the raven leads her too, a clean room lit by candles and a fireplace. aithusa remains where she was during the broadcast, still and serene aside from the rise and fall of breath. the bird flies towards the fireplace, to land on a high-back chair and squawk. ]

Ariadne, I presume.

[ morgana feeds the bird a piece of cooked meat before turning to regard the girl, the bird happily chews down before taking flight again out an open window. ]

That's me.

[ She watches the bird go before fixing her eyes on Morgana, nodding slightly; she can tell that the woman is clearly someone of a higher station back in her world, but this isn't either of their worlds. Ariadne has bowed to High-Queen Morla, but that's about it. ]

I wasn't sure what sort of herbs would work best for her.

[ She's already starting to rummage though her bag, pulling some out. ]

[ black skirts sweep across the floor as morgana goes to her, inspecting the herbs that she has brought. as she suspected they aren't familiar to her. ]

You did well. [ a compliment? from the woman who was not that long ago threatening great harm on people? yes, it has happened. ] Something is better than nothing at all.

[ Ariadne always appreciates compliments, and she smiles, ducking her head. ]

There are more, too; if some work better than others, I can get more. I wouldn't want to separate the two of you right now.

I will try them to see if they are of any use. [ a smile ghosts her lips, tiny and almost unnoticeable. ] If they help I will contact you again.

[ It's small, but it changes her voice just enough that Ariadne smiles back. ]

I hope they help. [ Her gaze flickers over to the dragon, smile fading. ] She doesn't deserve to hurt.

No, she does not. [ morgana takes the herbs to a nearby table where a mortar and pestle wait. she separates what she has into portions before looking over to aithusa. ] She had done nothing wrong, but she was captured and used as bait.

[ Grinding up herbs is something Ariadne's never done before, and she watches for a moment before looking back at the dragon. ] The men who did it won't last long here, if they ever show up.

[ She may not be the one to finish it, but Morgana has arrived first and inspired sympathy, gained allies thanks to the plight of Aithusa is nothing else. ]

Can I- is there anything else I can do for her?

[ no, she thinks as she grinds some of the herbs, motions stopping perhaps far too suddenly.

the girl has proven at least one thing, she has uses beyond most who spoke up today. that alone redeems her from the rest, if only a little. ]

Do you have healing magic?

[ it is a pointless question, she does not think ariadne does, though it comes out softer than intended. ]

[ A short time ago, the answer would have been just as Morgana expects. There is no magic where Ariadne is from, even if she knows that dreamshare and other technology might be considered such by the others here. But here, in the Drabwurld... ]

Some. And I'm told that the elf who taught me was a great healer in his world.

[ She can believe it, with the little she knows of Elrond, with what he was able to teach her. Her healing magic will never be as strong as her concealment magic, but it's there. ]

[ morgana stops her task entirely, turning to look upon ariadne with scrutiny. her answer was not as morgana expected, piquing her interest instead of ire. ]

Show me.

[ she takes a dagger from the table and slices open her palm. the cut is not deep, sparing her any permanent damage, just enough to serve her purpose.

blood pooling up and out of the slice she holds it out to ariadne. ]

[ Oh, oh- Ariadne really wishes Morgana wouldn't do that. But she understands; better to try it on her than on Aithusa, who is already so hurt.

Stepping forward as quickly as she can, both hands are raised; one takes Morgana's hand, steadying it, and the other goes over the cut. No words are spoken, at least not outloud, and after a moment flesh starts to stitch back together of its own accord.

When it's done, Ariadne rocks back on her heals; some of the blood has returned to Morgana's hand, but most of it is still on her skin. ]

I need more practice, but...

[ whatever whatever morgana does what she wants.

a scream echoes in her ears to pull away as ariadne takes her hand, instinct wanting nothing more than to retreat. it takes much of her will power not to do so, to keep her hand still and allow the girl to heal the cut.

she watches in silence as the flesh begins to knit together and blood to return. and with not a single word utter no less.

once the act is done she pulls her hand free, brushing away the remaining blood with her fingers. her lips twitch into a too sharp smile. ]

Impressive. Your teacher must have had great power.

I don't know much about elves, [ and she should remedy that; she knows several, but she has been so focused on them and not their culture, ] but I'm told he was a lord of some sort.

[ She assumes that his station, tied with what she knows of him as a great healer, means that Elrond is an elf of some power indeed back in his world. ]

But he's gone from this world -- everything past what he taught me initially is something I have to try and learn from the books in the library.

A shame he has departed. [ her tone conflicts with her words, for in truth she cares little. she flexes her hand a couple of times before retrieving a small cloth to clean away the rest of the blood. ]

Your magic is indeed impressive, however I am certain you cannot heal bone. At best you may lessen some of her pain, though only temporarily.

[ Perhaps she should; Elrond could likely heal bone. But there's no use thinking on what could have been. ]

That's something though, right? Until you can find something more permanent.

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