Varo + cauterizing a wound
“Nys!” Varo spins in a circle, one hand clutching at his side. “Nys!”
He hasn’t seen her since the fight started. She was engaged with two right off the bat. Varo was running over to help, but then someone came up behind him. And by the time he finished his own fight, Varo had lost sight of her in the thrall. It was just the two of them, and maybe five attackers. It makes no sense that Nys would have just… vanished like that. So quickly.
It was a short fight.
But a violent one.
What if she was taken?
He’s distracted from his search when he twists around again, a sharp pain shooting through his side. Varo stumbles back a few steps, until his back is pressed against a tree, lifting his hand to take a closer look at the wound.
At first glance, it’s just a simple stab wound. But it’s deep, and the blade was clearly dragged. The original stab is near his seventh rib, and it got dragged down near the bottom of his rib cage. Well, could be worse. Varo thinks bitterly, hand closing back over the gash. The blood is already welling up again between his fingers, running down his side.
