~Elena~
"Oh Gods, Rosette. What happened to you?" I gasped as I quickly sank to her side, rolling her over to take in the ruin. Her eyes were swollen shut and crusted with blood, gashes marred her face, blood still oozing jagged patterns into the dirt coating untouched flesh. Her clothes hung about her beaten body in tatters, angry whelp marks glowing against her fair skin. Breath coming in shallow wheezes as I craddled her head in my lap.
"Hang on Rosette. Please hang on." I urged before I stood, rushing to gather blankets and pillows. She whimpered in pain as I fashioned a nest for her, taking my knife to cut away her shredded clothes.
"It's going to be alright Rosette. I'm here now. I'm going to keep you safe." I whispered as I worked to wash the dried blood and dirt from her skin, tears burning in my eyes. Please be okay Rosette. You may be my only hope of finding my sister. Rosette had always been so good about keeping an eye on Lucia. If she was here, it meant that she knew something useful. Something someone tried to kill her for. My hands shook as I tried to shut down my emotions. I need to stay focused, unattached. I seemed to step outside myself as I stood and retrieved a bottle of wine, a needle, and some spare thread, going back to her side where she began whimpering and moaning in pain.
"I know it hurts. I have nothing here that I can give you." I apologized before I pulled the wine stopper and poured it over her wounds, placing a hand over her mouth when she burst forth a loud cry of pain. I snatched up my wooden brush from the beside table, placing the handle between her teeth, before working on threading the needle, the nagging feeling that I didn't have much time weighing at the back of my mind.
"Bite down on the wood if you must, but please try to stay quiet." I urged before I set to work stitching up her torn skin. She fainted half way through, sweat trickling down my brow though I was silently glad she was asleep and not making half attempts at not screaming. My blood was white fire in my veins as hours seemed to pass. She will be horribly scarred after this. I'd done the best I could, but even with steady hands, my stitching skills were subpar at best.
"I'll move you to the bed as soon as you are able. For now I need you to rest, for when you wake up, you will help my find my sister." I spoke softly as I worked on cleaning the rest of her skin, before draping a thick blanket over her bare crudely bandaged body. Tywin Lannister. My blood sang for his death. The darkness howling at the back of my mind, begging for sweet bloody release. He will pay for what he's done. I thought darkly as I sat watching Rosette slumber, knife twirling in my fingers. Even if it takes my last breath.