Lirssa did not know how far they went, nor just where they stopped. It was dark and smelled of wet earth and rain. "Be still, lass. Be still." Elliott whispered as he set her up against a wall. Her toes were stinging the way they do after they are forced into movement after being sat on for a long time. Her head ached and her cheek itched.
A light began to glow nearby her. It was small, flickering like a distant star and then grew into a soft sphere of light. It revealed only some of the area around her as it sat on a barrel. Sacks sat to either side of her. Glass jars reflected the light along their metal tops and sides. It was a root cellar. The earthy smell she had first encountered began to tell of some other smells, herbs and grains.
The itch of her cheek increased, and she went to scratch at it. "No," Elliott drew away her hand, "you'll only make it worse."
Lirssa had felt the wet roughness there and looked at the tips of her fingers. They were slicked with darkness. Not tears then, but blood. The glass from the lamp must have been blasted after her and cut her cheek. It would heal. What worried her more was her feet and legs and the constant feeling they were going in and out of numbness. "Where are we" Are we safe?"
"Shush now. Turn her cheek towards the light." Elliott bade her and brought the lamp closer to her presented cheek. His fingers were cold as they moved over the skin. "Yes, I think we are safe enough for now. Whatever you did will certainly make them more cautious in hunting either of us down for awhile. You've bought us some time. I'm Elliott."
"I know. I'm Lirssa."
"I know." He smiled and continued to examine her cheek. "Whatever bits of metal are in there, they won't react to me trying to draw them out by magic."
"Metal?" Lirssa was confused at the claim.
"Yes, I would say at least thirty tiny slivers of metal have embedded themselves in your cheek." He sat back on his heels, placing the lamp on the barrel once more.
Lirssa set her head back against the wall again, muttering, "Locke's going to be so mad."
"Locke?"
"He gave me that ring to help dampen my gift, only, well, I guess the spell Rin put on it didn't exactly do that for me." Into the numbness again, her legs felt phantom like. She could see them but not feel them. "Elliott' Something's wrong with my legs. They keep going numb."
Even in his obvious weariness, he moved quickly. He grabbed her shoulders causing her to wince, and turned her about. The cool fingers were felt along tears of her motley, pressure along her back that then stopped being felt. He did not turn her over though for some time.
"Lirssa, you have a few pieces of glass along your back. They are just under the skin, and I think I can get them out, but you need to be very still. This is going to take time because I'm not at my full strength."
"Use my strength. I can help you." Lirssa felt her heart skip a little with fear. What if he could not get them out in time. What would happen then. Who would she be?
"That is something we are going to work on in the time given to us. I have to teach you to shut away that gift from anyone being able to use it. However, in this case, since you offer, I think I will."
He helped her remove her backpack from her chest, the precious and dearly won books set aside. A sack of apples was emptied and the rough canvas lain upon the floor. With his help, she lay on her stomach, the canvas beneath her head, and then she felt him join in the dance in her mind and she stepped aside.
A light began to glow nearby her. It was small, flickering like a distant star and then grew into a soft sphere of light. It revealed only some of the area around her as it sat on a barrel. Sacks sat to either side of her. Glass jars reflected the light along their metal tops and sides. It was a root cellar. The earthy smell she had first encountered began to tell of some other smells, herbs and grains.
The itch of her cheek increased, and she went to scratch at it. "No," Elliott drew away her hand, "you'll only make it worse."
Lirssa had felt the wet roughness there and looked at the tips of her fingers. They were slicked with darkness. Not tears then, but blood. The glass from the lamp must have been blasted after her and cut her cheek. It would heal. What worried her more was her feet and legs and the constant feeling they were going in and out of numbness. "Where are we" Are we safe?"
"Shush now. Turn her cheek towards the light." Elliott bade her and brought the lamp closer to her presented cheek. His fingers were cold as they moved over the skin. "Yes, I think we are safe enough for now. Whatever you did will certainly make them more cautious in hunting either of us down for awhile. You've bought us some time. I'm Elliott."
"I know. I'm Lirssa."
"I know." He smiled and continued to examine her cheek. "Whatever bits of metal are in there, they won't react to me trying to draw them out by magic."
"Metal?" Lirssa was confused at the claim.
"Yes, I would say at least thirty tiny slivers of metal have embedded themselves in your cheek." He sat back on his heels, placing the lamp on the barrel once more.
Lirssa set her head back against the wall again, muttering, "Locke's going to be so mad."
"Locke?"
"He gave me that ring to help dampen my gift, only, well, I guess the spell Rin put on it didn't exactly do that for me." Into the numbness again, her legs felt phantom like. She could see them but not feel them. "Elliott' Something's wrong with my legs. They keep going numb."
Even in his obvious weariness, he moved quickly. He grabbed her shoulders causing her to wince, and turned her about. The cool fingers were felt along tears of her motley, pressure along her back that then stopped being felt. He did not turn her over though for some time.
"Lirssa, you have a few pieces of glass along your back. They are just under the skin, and I think I can get them out, but you need to be very still. This is going to take time because I'm not at my full strength."
"Use my strength. I can help you." Lirssa felt her heart skip a little with fear. What if he could not get them out in time. What would happen then. Who would she be?
"That is something we are going to work on in the time given to us. I have to teach you to shut away that gift from anyone being able to use it. However, in this case, since you offer, I think I will."
He helped her remove her backpack from her chest, the precious and dearly won books set aside. A sack of apples was emptied and the rough canvas lain upon the floor. With his help, she lay on her stomach, the canvas beneath her head, and then she felt him join in the dance in her mind and she stepped aside.