Sparring
Kiran stumbled into the infirmary, one arm slung over Hector's crouched form. Lisa and Marribelle leveled a glare at Hector. "Took quite a beating," Hector said, using his free hand to gesture at Kiran's comically small body in comparison. "Not my fault this time, I swear."
"Just, bring him over," Maribelle sighed, already used to such an occurrence. Hector transferred Kiran over to Lisa, eliciting a groan from Kiran.
"Wow, whoever did this really did beat you up." Kiran gave a petulant grumble in response.
"I'll, uh, leave you to him." He saluted stiffly, before walking a little quicker than necessary out of the door.
Maribelle helped Lisa prop Kiran up in one of the many cots in the Order's Infirmary. A stand for Breidablik and one of Kiran's many mugs filled with water was quickly procured. "Comfy?" Lisa asked?
"As much as I'll ever be. Pain is on my left side, near my stomach."
Instead of beginning immediately, Maribelle sat down and leveled a sharp glare. Kiran gulped. He recognized that look well, given to him by way too many concerned females in the castle. The "mother's glare," so to speak.
"Kiran, dear, I say this with kindness, but if you keep summoning spar crazy heroes, I'll show you that this staff is capable of more than healing." To accentuate her point, Maribelle brandished her staff with a flat look.
"Didn't summon Nott and Dagr. And saying no would make me an ungracious host, wouldn't you say?" Kiran cut off his nervous laugh with a hiss as a sharp pain shot through his side. "Come here," Maribelle sighed. Ignoring Kiran's protests, she untied Kiran's cloak with practiced ease and worked her way through Kiran's other layers to reveal an ugly purple bruise.
"There are other ways to show your hospitality," Maribelle clucked disapprovingly. Her staff glowed a soft yellow, enveloping the offending patch, eliciting a sigh of relief from Kiran. "Your wellbeing is of the utmost importance for the Order, both for morale and our military prowess.
"She's right you know," Lisa said cheerfully before Kiran could interject. She moved to sit on one of the empty medical beds, clearly enjoying Kiran's discomfort. "You're no good to us bedridden, more banged up than a bruised peach after a rough storm."
"Submit that metaphor to Maribelle, and he might get off of your case," Kiran shot back without heat. Without looking up, Maribelle casually bumped her staff into the spot she was healing.
Lisa chuckled at Kiran's yelp. "I'll have you know I'm doing quite well in my studies, summoner. You, on the other hand, I heard might need some help?"
"I'm doing fine."
Maribelle huffed at Kiran's statement. An easy silence fell over the trio; when time allowed, healers and warriors preferred to spend a longer time on healing wounds to get better results.
At some point, Lisa hopped off of the medical bed to grab a shipment of supplies from a soldier. "So, how exactly did you receive that bruise in the first place?"
"While I was giving them a tour of the castle, Hector bragged about my progress when sparring him," Kiran said drily. "Dagr heard and insisted that I give her a match. Unlike Hector, she wasn't quite acclimated to holding back her power to match my skill level. So-"
"She wiped the floor with you."
Kiran coughed. "I lost in a manner less graceful than I would have liked, yes. The rest is history."
Maribelle lifted her staff away from Kiran's stomach, the bruise now a light brown. "Don't find someone to poke it, and you should be fine."
Kiran huffed and looked down at the bruise. "Feels good as new. Thanks."
"Anytime."
[Weekly Writing Prompt] Nott and Dagr settle into Askr castle.: FireEmblemHeroes
