Tauriell sees no need to give them privacy, as she really wants to see, how Jimmy gets himself out of that one. So she folds her arms on front of her, and waits, while watching.
"Sure thing Gwen, I am just going to prick the end of your finger. Is that ok" He asks as he very gingerly takes the dagger from her.
"No, not the fingertip, that is most sensitive. Just make a cut on the arm. The dagger is sharp that won't hurt too much."
Gwenhwyfar holds out her arm for Jimmy to cut and averts her head to not see the moment he does it.
"Ah, sure, bring your arm here." He takes her arm gently and makes the cut.
"That doesn't look too bad. Now lets try heal it." Placing his hand on her shoulder, he imagines her pain decreasing and the wound closing,
Shaking her head in disbelief, Tauriell turns away to go back to her bed roll.
Gwenhwyfar checks her arm and it looks as if nothing had happened. "Ok, that works too, as expected. But I suggest if you want to do further training we go back to me hitting you. For as far as I know, this ability is limited in it's uses per day, and if we're going to test that limit, it's going to be with non lethal damage." she states, holding out her hand to get the dagger back.
"Please do, I really don't like hurting you. The thought of what I did still makes me sick to my stomach"
Clenching her fist she asks "Where do you want it?" and from the look in her eye you can tell this will hurt. Obviously someone wants to test also how powerful your healing is. "And this time I won't break my own hand by hitting you on your armor."
So she waits for Jimmy to direct her to his preferred body part for receiving hits.
"let me take off the armor and you can punch me in the chest, give me a few moments." He steps back and starts taking off his armor, once it is off he readies himself for the blow.
As Jimmy takes his heroic stance, Gwenhwyfar readies herself in front of him, asks "You're ready?" and on receiving an approving nod she gives him her best shot.
Not as hard as she had wished, but centered on his lower chest. Just as the blow strikes, she remebers that this is the position of the solar plexus, and that thinking about the positon to hit a bit longer would have been a worthy undertaking.
"ooph" Jimmy grunts with the blow. "Lets see if I have to lay hands on myself or if I can just think about it." Concentrating for a while, nothing seems to change. He then moves a hand onto his rapidly spreading bruise
"All better" and with a smile he adds "You are enjoying this a bit much" in a friendly manner.
"Lets have another."
"Same position, or do you prefer somewhere else?" Gwenwhyfar asks as she gets ready for the next blow.
"Surprise me" Jimmy says, closing his eyes
This time Gwenhwyfar aims for the stomach, as there are no bones to hurt
And this time she manages to get all of her body behind that hit. Looking up from Jimmy's belly she asks "How was that?" with sincere interest and the purest innocence in her eyes.
Jimmy falls over. He wheezes. There may or may not be a tear in his eye. "Fa... Fantastic..." He says between coughs as all the air was knocked out of him. "I really think you may be enjoying this far far too much." Jimmy says, smiling up at her from the floor.
After he catches his breath "Let's see if I can heal this one."
Jimmy concentrates, wishes for the bruise to fade, places his hand on his stomach. Nothing happens. "Worst time for this to stop working, don't you agree?" Indicating the massive purple fist mark
With earnest concern she bows over Jimmy carefully examining the bruise
her face distorted, as she is imagining your pain. "Shall I heal you, I have still one casting left?"
"How much of that should heal with a good nights rest? If I'll be fine in the morning I would rather you kept the casting, so we if something happens during the night you can aid us." Jimmy says standing up next to her
"The damage is non lethal, so you should be fine in an hour or two." she states from her professional healer knowledge. But without magical healing you will have the pain now, and propably be touchy on that spot for at least tomorrow.
"Your concern is touching, but if a few hours rest is all that I need, then please keep your casting in case of an emergency." Jimmy hobbles over to where he was sitting before, and lies back with his legs dangling
"As we are done with martial arts training and healing school, I guess we should go to sleep. I at least need my eight hours of rest, or I don't have the concentration needed for my prayer time with Destinée. Should I help you over to the resting place?" she asks, offering a hand to get Jimmy back up and a shoulder to lean on for support while walking.
"I'll stay up and keep watch for a while, you should get your sleep. I'll wake up one of the others just now to take over." He replies, leaning up on his arms, a friendly smile plastered on his face
A little disappointment showing on her face she replies "Ok, thanks for claiming that responsibility." And with a smile she tells you "Good night."
She then grabs all her stuff, places it under the shelter and put herself into the bedroll. After that long and taxing day she quickly goes to sleep.
As Abomentolor is only taking naps and wakes up on every noise from the woods anyway, he offers Jimmy to share the watch with him.
As Jimmy and Abomentolor alternate taing the watch, and Tauriel takeing the last one, as she wakes up early, the night passes uneventful. The sky changes from black over dark blue to a wonderful orange pink, as the sun comes finally up and lights the cloudy sky.
A new day dawns and it's time for everyone's morning routine.
Having drawn back into himself for the day, quietly observing everyone as though he were detached from the world, Oz looks out towards nothing in particular as he awakes. He'd not taken off the mask, but he was essentially still shrouded in a strange black garment that hid the majority of his body. Silk. Useless for climbing in it's ragged condition, but still comfortable to lay down in. Terrible at retaining warmth, however.
Regardless of his clothing, the Fetchling was quick to adjust his mask, and take note of Abomentolor and the Human, Jimmy. He took a moment to pray where he sat, regaining his divine casting for the day, drawing dark lines through the air that fizzled as he did so. He spoke randomly in Aklo as he did.
Gwenhwyfar wakes up with the first rays of the sun. She sneaks out of the shelter not to wake someone and searches a spot were she could sit in the sun.
Sitting there cross legged, she closes her eyes her, face directed towards the sun.
After a few minutes enjoying the warmth. She concentrates on Destinée, drowning in her eyes, looking totally absent as in a trance from the outside. After about an hour se suddenly smiles, takes up the cat, hugs it, and gets up to face the day.
Gwenhwyfar grabs her journal, flips through the pages and decides to do all of the drawings once again, and also to complete the mapping of the ruins. She measures out the foundation and the platform with her quarterstaff as measurement device.
She also tries to redo the drawing of the magical woman, and as training makes perfect, this time it comes out better.
Even if it only loosely resmbles the facial features of the original, as it is don efrom memory.
She also writes down, what she remembers about the magic she did identify with the woman. And last she writes a clean copy of the text, the magic woman recited and her own response to that.
With drawings of the runes along the platforms she complets, what she can do on her own, and looks around who is already awake to help her complete the report.
Jimmy wakes up and goes to sit in the shade where he can watch Gwen. He takes his armor and spear and spends the time inspecting the links in the mail, the binding on the spear, and the haft itself. Being as quiet as he can so as to not disturb Gwen
Seeing this Oz Torm guy, if he is a guy, but his voice sounded as if he was a guy, still being, or again being in the spot he stood after the fight yesterday.
Just thinking about him makes her dizzy. As Tauriel is also nowhere to see and she is not sure if Abomentolor knows everything besides fire she decides to join Jimmy. She wanted to talk to him anyway.
Taking a seat besides him she greets him with a cheerful "Good morning!"
"Good morning! You are very chipper today, did you sleep exceptionally well or some such?" Jimmy asks, her cheerfulness making him more cheerful as well.
"Sleep was ok, I think. Nothing special about that, at least compared to Mary Poppins Inn. I'm really looking forward to have one more night there."
"But my prayer time was great. Destinée showed me new magic gifts I received. I'll show you." With that she touches Jimmy at his shoulder. "You feel the differece? Look closely."
Gwenhwyfar then collects some pebbles off the ground and starts throwing them at Jimmy one after another.
Not getting the desired effect she ries an different angle.
Shifting around the target point some more.
And at last concentrating on Jimmy's flanks
"There have you seen it? It was clearly on course to hit you, but got deflected just before it managed to connect." she exitedly states, as she points the path the pebble took.
"Um, I'm not sure, but some of those last ones did look like they should have hit me. Would you mind telling me what exactly you just did to me" Jimmy says with some worry on his voice
"I got a new gift. I can put a ward on someone protecting the person to some degree from attacks, magical or mundane. But it lasts only until the first attack strikes. Then it is lost. But I can renew it as often as I like." she says being very exited about that.
"That sounds very useful. Thank you." He says, genuinely pleased that she is so excited. "So we are both learning new tricks aren't we? Pausing for a moment "And what do you mean Destinée showed you magic?"
"You know I do my prayer time each morning together with Destinée. Destinée communicates with me in that time. That's why I can't become an adept with the temple. I can't do my prayer time without her." her look becoming kind of sad.
"But there is also another thing I got." Gazing at the ground as she is a bit ashamed. "You know, I can heal you, by touching you. Much like you can now. But with that new gift I could do that without touching you. Actually quite from afar, but there is a price for that." She looks at Jimmy to see how he reacts to that, before continuing.
"If it is something that you feel is worth the price, it is a price I will gladly pay." [ooc]
"I'm not sure. I'll have to mark you as belonging to me." and checking if Jimmy looks appaled she continues "And it would be by scarring you, kind of like a horse branding." Still looking at him she adds quickly. "Oh, forgot to tell. I can remove it. You could even remove it yourself if you no longer want it. It's magical, not really a scar."
Standing up from his seat, Oz enjoys the view of watching the pebbles occasionally veer off as if touched by an unseen force. "Ah... it is similar to the Shield of Faith... is it not? Always a handy gift." he points out in a matter-of-fact fashion.
Versed in magical healing, Oz continues. "While I... c-c-cant be sure if the lady draws her own powers of rec-c-c-constitution from the gods, or arcane wells... well... the ability to cleanse injury from afar would... be... quite... handy." he says, tilting his mask slowly to the right, before shifting it back in place.
"Curious. Yet, practical." he explains.
"Well I have never been too bothered by scars. I don't see any harm, especially if it can be removed. Where would it need to be by the way?" Jimmy asks. "And also, 'as belonging to me'? I think i would like you to explain that a bit more if you would be so kind?"
Gwenhwyfar tries her best to put on an evil look, sqinting her eyes and with a darker than usual voice proclaims "You will be mine, muhahaha!" but she looks far too cute to be taken serious.
She gives up on the cute evil overlord look and start to explain "I could heal you at range, and I could give you a ward at range, but there are other things I could do. I could use divination on you, if I had such magic yet."
Trying the scolding wife look instead she states "So if you ever talk to an other girl behind my back I will know." shaking her index finger at you.
"Is me talking to other girls a problem for you Gwen?" Jimmy says acting abashed. "But I think i am happy for you to mark me as yours." Jimmy says all this between chuckles at Gwen's "suburb" acting
Gwen smiles bashfully at Jimmy's response. But comes back to a more serious expression."But I have to tell you. You got your Lay on hands without asking for it. Somehow you managed to be deemed worthy of the gifts of a paladin and you received one of the good and mercyful powers that come with that."
"It's different with me. I think it's kind of a test I have to pass. I don't simply receive gifts, I get to choose them. If you know my spells you can see who I am. It's spells to hide myself, to protect myself, to heal, to help cure others. I hope I passed the test in Sarenraes eyes."
"But I also had different choices, to curse people with bad luck, to harm them, even send them withering to their death."
"It's a dark path, I don't want to go and I'm even afraid of that path. But I could do that to you too with that scar, if I ever leave my path of light."
Stepping closer to Gwen, placing his hand on her shoulder and looking her in the eyes, "I trust you. I am ready when you are."
"Ok. As for where to put it, I don't know. Where would you like to have it? Like Jim Hawkins' tatoo on the forearm? Or like a horse branding...", and with that half sentence the beet red color returns to her face and she instantly looks to the ground hiding herself behind a curtain of hairs. "I don't know, you decide"
"Well would the mark have to look like anything specific?"
"It would be G and Y intermingled" she replies carefully taking a look through her hair at Jimmy.
"Would the inside of my forearm suffice?" Jimmy says trying to sound cheerful
Relieving a bit she comes back out from behidn her curtain, takes Jimmy's forearm in her one hand turning it so the inside to be at the top and laying her index fingers nail on it. "I hope that doesn't hurt too much." with a concerned look on her face.
She then starts to write a 'G' with her nail on Jimmy's skin. She is really gentle, Jimmy only feels the slight sensation of her stroke. But what happens where she touches looks really scary. The skin seems to rip open, as if cut with an old rusty knife, the flesh standing apart and turning red as from an infection.
Not daring to look in Jimmy's face, afraid she would not be able to finish it, if he is in pain she quickly adds the 'Y' and when finished anxiously looks up how Jimmy is doing.
The sight of it causes Jimmy to quickly turn away and wait for Gwen to finish. Once she is done he looks back at the scar.
"That looked a LOT worse than it felt" Jimmy says emphasizing that there was no pain.