Elva is annoyed.
The worst part of her day is any time around Nasuada. Of course, the dreadful pain from broken soldiers and mourning wives is horrendous and impossible to ignore, but the worst part is the mosquito-like buzzing that hovers around the edges of the dark-skinned girl's consciousness.
Elva picks at her teeth with a chicken bone, clenching her jaws just thinking about how annoying Nasuada can be. Even now, her curse has been lifted, no longer requiring her to help those in pain, but she can get no rest.
She feels Nasuada thinking about the black-haired elf and it makes her flesh crawl.
Elva throws the bone to the back of her room and grows, "Shut up."
But the nuisance continues, lonely and too afraid to act on her feelings. Farther away, Elva can feel another pain that matches Nasuada's in frequency.
It is not exactly the same, because it reminds her of a broken bone that has been improperly set. Nasuada's is more of a sword-wound, perhaps like a blade through the stomach. But Elva knows that the second ache belongs to the elf.
"Idiots," she mumbled. "Both of them."
She stands up, tired of this back-and-forth with the brooding elf and tormented human, to finally rid herself of the pests' thoughts.
Through the night, she hones in on the elf's pain and burst into her tent without a warning. Elva stares blankly at her, and the elf looks like she wants to be angry, but decides against it.
"Nasuada needs your help."
Her eyes widen slightly, a movement that is not lost on Elva. She feels the bone-like-wound crack a little bit.
"She's hurting herself trying to wrap her wounds, and all of her handmaids are gone. It would be improper for one of the men to assist her, so she needs you. Go to her," commands Elva.
And the elf replies not a word; dashing away so quickly that Elva is almost surprised.
She senses Nasuada's cut-pain and the elf's bone-pain reach a peak that they never have before, and this drives her crazy. It is unbearable how stupid they can be, damaging each other irreparably. Again, the girl gnashes her teeth.
And then finally their pain washes away, leaving Elva sighing in contentment. She wants to smile, but doesn't, and austerely walks back to her bed. The bane of her existence is finally gone, and she can guess a few simple reasons why.
"About damn time," she mumbles.
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A/N: Oh, Elva, your creepish ways never cease to amaze me. Review before she starts popping out of bushes behind you.