Legend of Ransera

Arvælyn did not seem cognizant of Hilana's presence, focused as he was upon Finn and the medicus who stood between them. He had never been one to brook chastisement blithely and, at the medicus' request, his reflexive response send a command into his Symphony: Submission. It was only a brief moment that buckled the man's knees slightly, before the prince registered that the request was reasonable and respectful and withdrew his arcane influence. He shifted it, instead, toward Finn and, rather than submission, he sent soothing.

His churning eyes looked as soft as they could at Finn's weak, plaintive voice speaking of his pains. Locking eyes with the Radiant human he pressed deeper into his lover's Symphony than he ever had... deeper than he knew was even possible, and...

They were together in Finn's bed. Not in their massive, well appointed bedchamber in the Umbrium, but in Finn's old apartment in the Kalzasern low city. The place he'd lived when they first met and had known each other. Finn was as he was then- Hale and whole, and Arvælyn was as he'd been. Finn had regained his appendage and Arry had lost the two that had sprouted from his back during his recent metamorphosis.

"You're all right, Finn..." The memory of what had happened... what was happening outside this pocket he'd carved in their minds through one or several of his Crafts... felt remote, but part of him knew that Finn wanted for peace and comfort. Somehow his instincts took them both to a place in their history that symbolised both. Early days, high hearts.

To all others in the infirmary, the Umbrian heir just stood stock still staring at Finn. Through her fledgling Semblance, Hilana would know that more was going on in their minds and that a great deal of æther was presently being manipulated by the Crown Prince. The medici took the opportunity to work on their now-still patient, and a Kineticist surgeon teamed up with a Necromancer to work at painstakingly reattaching the arm blood vessel by blood vessel, tissue cell by tissue cell.

On another table, Khyan gasped awake and sat up slightly, dark eyes dazed and lolling.

"Celatium!" He blurted as if it was the continuation of a thought that preceded the attack that felled him. "Ce... latium." He drooped back out of consciousness, as a medica excised the inky remnants of the creature's essence from the wound so that it could be closed properly.

Within the realm of his nostalgic conjuration, Arry sat on Finn's lap and nestled himself back against the human in a way that was no longer possible. His transformation had made certain positions unwieldy, and part of him missed being small enough to be enveloped. The humanoid portion of his body was no larger than it had been, but the wings made him seem much more statuesque than his humble height of six feet had projected.

He'd have been content to linger in this moment of quiet affection, but he felt part of Finn pulling toward the present- Even though it was a toward a trauma.

"If these monsters of shadow are what harmed you, Finn, I shall summon the Umbrian armies to wage a war to annihilate them from the earth." He vowed, through clenched teeth. He trailed off as Finn spoke on, an eyebrow arching at this news. Naturally, he had sensed a shift... perhaps an evolution within Finn since he'd accepted Aværys' Radiant bequeathment. It was still quite surprising to hear the bard say aloud that he was growing to love both the realm and its Founders.

He parted his lips, planning to protest Finn's offerings. This was no time for his amatus to be proffering boons, when the only one of paramount concern was his healing. But he froze, blindsided by the question... Næ, the proposal that followed.

"I..." Once he'd had a moment to let it sink in, the utter shock was supplanted by consummate elation. "Of course I will!" He vouchsafed, drawing Finn into a desperate embrace. In both this illusory realm and outside in the real world of the infirmary, tears were streaking down his sunkissed skin. The political and legal implications in Solunarian society would not even occur to him, for the nonce. Finn was safe, Finn was his and apparently wanted to affirm that with a formal promise.

He beamed, cupping Finn's face and shaking his head.

"Fuck the ring." And kissed his betrothed deeply.

Meanwhile, the arcane surgeons plied their Craft upon both of the wounded. It was delicate work and would take hours, but during a break one of the higher level medici approached Hilana.

"They will both be made whole in time." It was explained, "The work begins today, but cannot be rushed without running the risk of greater damage. We'll bind what needs binding and mend what needs mending, but today's advances are superficial. They will both need to rest and recuperate for several weeks, while we intersperse their convalescence with a treatment programme to heal them fully." The medic tilted his head, glancing beyond Hilana with a nod, "Sentinel."

"You should go home and rest." It was another voice, now, coming from behind Hilana. Phocion's. "I will see to this. Come by the Prætorium on the morrow for your debrief." With that he approached the frozen form of his younger brother, leaning forth to whisper something into his pointed ear.