(8) The Light's Effects

"Morgana!" an uneasy voice called to her.

She groaned trying to stay concentrated on climbing the side of the Alliance gunship. Morgana burned through her potion mainly due to her injuries and was forced to climb the side on her own with one good arm. Climbing with one arm was half the issue, the other half was how steep the side was.

"Morgana, look at me," the Prince called to her.

How could she refuse a direct order from royalty?

Morgana pushed away from the ship slightly for a better angle when she glanced upwards. She met his gaze and yelped.

In a blink of an eye Morgana was pulled up into the Prince's arms as he helped her over the railing edge of the ship. He held her close immediately now focused on her arm as Morgana was left with a dropped jaw in shock. Morgana found herself leaning into him as she attempted to find her bearings.

"How did you do that?" Morgana asked, almost turning to be sure she was currently on the gunship.

"Your grapple did this?" he asked, now completely transfixed with her arm.

Morgana was about to answer when she glanced down at her arm seeing the blood now on the prince. She grimaced as she tried to distance herself from him to further prevent any blood transfer.

"I'm sorry," she apologized shamefully. "I'm getting you bloody."

The Prince first was confused then he smiled, "Comes with the territory."

Morgana looked back up at the Prince then suddenly remembering how much pain she was in before. Ever since she made it onto the ship her pain seemed to subside.

"I should bandage myself up," she spoke again trying to distance herself again from royalty.

"I can help with that," the Prince spoke calmly.

Morgana slowly shook her head, "I'm strictly forbidden to-"

"Morgana!" Farron shouted, approaching them.

Morgana threw herself from the Prince immediately noticing the pain return. At first it stung and then she could feel the aches her skin had. She glanced down at her wound now seeing it up close and how bad it really was. The tendons were showing and it was nearly down to the bone how much her grapple had torn her skin.

She looked back up putting her injured arm behind her, "I think I hit it."

"You think or do you know?" Farron asked as his eyebrows crashed together sternly.

Morgana then began to feel weak as she now felt the cooled blood soak on her leather uniform. She felt it down her side and as low as her knee. Morgana peeked down at her side seeing her exposed midriff stained with blood.

Morgana looked back up knowing Farron was expecting an answer. She swallowed hard knowing she was about to say the three most dangerous words to her father.

"I don't know," she answered fully knowing she'd be punished for it later.

Morgana wavered as she reached out to grab the rail of the ship's edge. The large amount of blood loss was now starting to affect her. She now noticed an irregular heartbeat, heavy breathing, and a lost sense of balance on top of the pain.

"I need the bandages," Morgana spoke slowly lowering herself before she fell over.

"She needs a healer," Prince Anduin argued.

Morgana reached around and grabbed a bandage she had on her harness. It wasn't enough to cover the wound completely but it was enough to maybe make it back to Stormwind with. Her energy was extremely low now as she found it difficult to wrap herself. The bandages she was allowed to use had no magical properties and at this point Morgana knew she'd pass out before making it back.

"Morgana," Prince Anduin said, coming down to her level.

The Prince rested his hand on her bandage giving Morgana immediate relief. Was it him? Was the Prince the one suppressing her pain when he touched her?

"Yes?" Morgana answered trying to focus on her breathing before she passed out.

"I can help you," his voice was soft as he spoke. "But I need your permission."

Morgana began nodding off as she thought about his words. A healer needing consent to help someone? Made sense but Morgana was still confused as to why asking was still important in dire situations.

She swallowed hard, "Yes, I give you permission to-"

Morgana's breath hitched in her throat as her eyes went wide. Her body was engulfed in warmth causing her face to flush. The sensation coming from the Prince's hands was completely different from any other magical encounter she had. Morgana found herself laying on her side attempting to cope with the deep haze her mind has gone into as part of her body squirmed under his touch.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

The Prince kept one hand around her wound and reached out with the other to remove her hair from her face. Morgana let a tender moan escape her lips as he did. Her eyes shot wide as she realized what kind of noise she made which only made her face a deeper shade of red. The Prince himself also seemed affected by her soft moan.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as her hands began to tremble in his. "I don't know what's come over me."

The Prince continued but was clearly flustered, "It seems you are a bit sensitive to the Light."

Morgana sat up still on her side as the Prince moved away giving her space when he finished. Her mind was still in a haze as she found it hard to remember what her target was previous to returning to the gunship. Her heartbeat was slowing as her breathing became more regular.

"How do you feel?" he asked, offering her a hand to stand.

"Groggy, Your Highness," Morgana answered.

She reached up to take his hand but stopped for a moment seeing if her hands were still trembling. She sighed disappointed in herself for being so delicate when it came to healing. Surely most people wouldn't have the reaction she did.

"Thank you," Morgana said, getting to her feet.

"What was your last experience when you went to a healer?" Prince Anduin asked, genuinely curious.

"I don't go to healers," Morgana answered seeing her father talking to the King and Greymane. "Can't afford it."

Morgana suddenly remembered the tower as she spun around to see the current state it was in.

"You can't?" he repeated shocked.

"Oh, I did hit it," Morgana spoke mostly to herself.

The tower was in shambles below and the bats that flew around it had dispersed. Maybe the tower was their source of energy? Either way Morgana was happy she at least hit her target even if she didn't remember hitting it.

Morgana reached up then and rubbed her head still feeling the effects of the Light. She held in a gasp as she remembered how bad her wound was now looking down to assess the injury. Morgana held her arm up now looking over the section that had ripped horribly to see it completely back to normal. Not even a scar could be seen as she twisted her arm in every angle possible.

The Prince smiled, "Have you ever been healed?"

Morgana knew he meant it jokingly but still answered honestly, "No, Your Highness."

His smile was replaced by his brows crashing together.

"Well then," Farron spat approaching his daughter. "Seems I have some ideas for your continuing education."

Punishment.

Morgana's back was to the Prince as she glanced back and forth from the tower to her father. He expected perfection and when he didn't see it in her, demanded it the next day.

"Pack up," Farron ordered.

Morgana nodded and bowed slightly for the Prince before leaving them both.

"I appreciate your help today, Your Highness," Farron started in a friendly tone. "But please don't think this will be a normal occurrence for you to heal my daughter. She has no need for a pocket healer."