Two Eyes Cenote [m]objective: survive

"oh, akhtar!"

tavina did not wait. she began to bark orders, pushing beyond royal and guard alike. he was to have the blood soaked from his wounds, cloths held to the deepest lacerations as he was supported to her examination room.

once inside, more strips of hide drenched in water for mouth, for cleansing. herbs mixed; chewed; and all the while tavina's voice was a steady guidance.

they had lain the priest on his left side; she ran her paw over his ribcage to see if any jutted through the skin. more wrappings, harder bindings.

a syrup of blackberries and poppy given at the last, to shut akhtar into oblivion for a time.

her paws were stained with blood. she looked around at them all in grim silence, settling on toula.