07-10-2018, 03:26 PM
Shantotto was whisked back to the spectator area from the hellscape, her tattered robes little more than ash, modestly lost on her she made her way towards the infirmary . Her wobbly legs held a sense of fire in her every step despite the grievous wounds she had been inflicted. her back, not more than scorched bare flesh, truth be told there was not many places the mini mage did not hurt.
The dull white of the recovery room was a soothing touch, of course it held true to most things when involved with healing: it was always white this white that. Even so, the sterile environment was perfect for what the tarutaru needed. rest and relaxation.
the room held several smaller chambers separated by nearly plastic walls that made room for the patients, a few people moaned behind the curtain doors. "no need for modesty when there are wounds to heal, i must first settle down and devise a plan that is real." the mage said as she slowly began to remove the remains of her robes, blistered skin peeled off with it, giving the mage another dose of pain as she finally completed the removal of said rags she prepared to administer treatment to herself.
The dull white of the recovery room was a soothing touch, of course it held true to most things when involved with healing: it was always white this white that. Even so, the sterile environment was perfect for what the tarutaru needed. rest and relaxation.
the room held several smaller chambers separated by nearly plastic walls that made room for the patients, a few people moaned behind the curtain doors. "no need for modesty when there are wounds to heal, i must first settle down and devise a plan that is real." the mage said as she slowly began to remove the remains of her robes, blistered skin peeled off with it, giving the mage another dose of pain as she finally completed the removal of said rags she prepared to administer treatment to herself.