cormac's notebook. (curagad) wrote in emillion, |
The wall had been a welcome support once they'd made their way inside, but all Ridley's knees wanted to do was buckle. She couldn't fall to the floor, however, because only Faram knew when she'd be able to get up next. She'd shared half of a glance with Storm before he was gone and out the door, leaving her alone in the perfumed shop, but she followed his back through the window, bloodied fingers pressed against the glass.
They were down. Could she help when she could barely stand? Heaving a heavy sigh, the scholar pushed from the wall and cast a shaky Cure on herself, feeling the spell slip away from her as if it were sand. Still, it gave her some strength, and her knees no longer threatened to give out under her, so following in Storm's shadow, Ridley peered out through the door and made her way over as the coast was clear.
This time there was no hesitance to fall to her knees. Ignoring any look Storm might've given her, lest he become upset that she'd come after him, she hovered a trembling hand over Cid to wash a Cure over him. With any luck, it would help seal up some of the wound, but she was tired and still in pain, her magic power was waning, and there was so much blood everywhere. Even still, she would try until her last breath.
Her eyes fell to Penny and her wounds. As spots danced across her vision, it became clear to her that there was no way she'd be able to cast another Cure without passing out, as even two had been pushing it in her present state. She looked to Storm for guidance.