Despite the urgency of the situation, the feeling of Aursra's fingertips at the bruise upon his face, filled Verial with a sort of renewal. Verial was aware that Aursra was not a healer - she was a poet and more recently, an illusionist - but her presence close by was certainly a soothing one. Verial found himself breathing more normally again and offered her a confident nod as her hand left his own cheek and brushed tenderly across Kyrian's brow.

When Aursra's fingertips found Verial's hand once more, he gave her palm a small squeeze of reassurance, prepping them both for the task ahead: carefully moving Kyrian back to the cottage. Verial opted to carry Kyrian's lower half, where though the injuries to his son's leg were greater, he know he could avoid inflicting any further injuries in this area if carried correctly. Aursra would take Kyrian's upper half, the boy's broken arm draped carefully across his chest.

As they began to carry Kyrian, Verial took notice of his son's now furrowed brow, his face contorted as if he was faced with some internal struggle. Verial dared to stop during their return to the Villa, to reach out and place a hand on Kyrian's forehead to soothe the nightmares that plagued him. However, just as quickly as this struggle had started, did it end and the final result was that Kyrian appeared to be at peace.

Any questions that Verial might have had would be temporarily left unanswered. The more important thing was for them to get back to the Villa and properly tend to Kyrian's wounds. The remainder of the journey did not take them much longer and they entered through the back door of the cottage, which was already open due to Ita heading off before them. Carrying Kyrian upstairs to his own room was out of the question. They had moved more than Verial wanted to in the first place.

Heading to the couch, Verial and Aursra placed Kyrian upon it; thankfully the piece of furniture was longer than the boy and allowed him to lie flat out. As Ita would bring them a basin of water, herbs, bandages and materials to set a cast, Verial prepped himself for getting Kyrian back in one piece. It was going to be a long night for sure.

As Kyrian passed out, she frowned deeply and then slumped as his mind went dark and still. Her wilting wings slacked even more and she felt herself trembling. Were it not for her holding herself up for those moments, she might have been laying on the ground for a few minutes. Already she was feeling weak from the emotional overload, but she cleared her throat and stroked her delicate fingers through Kyrian's hair leaving it even more glittery despite all the leaves in it.

She hadn't felt this scared since the day everyone got trapped in the shed. She was more scared now than back then and it showed with the way her hands trembled. It was best he passed out and felt no pain, for that she was glad. Leaning down, she kissed Kyrian's brow and about the time she was raising her head, Verial had taken her face in his hands. Those dark lavender eyes with the golden speckles peered into his as she tried to catch her breath. The bruise was barely even noticed at first, it was his eyes which drew her, and she knew he'd see the intense emotions within her own glittering eyes.

She wanted to bury her face in her someone's neck and just cry, but holding fear at bay was quite the challenge! Her wings remained wilted and she blinked away some tears while trying to focus. Fairy attention spans could be quite short. She could see the worry and concern, feeling it rolling off of him, Aursra, feel Kyrian's pain. This wasn't anything new to her, she's always been able to tell how others felt. This was just more intense, she felt as if she had experienced the injuries. It was probably all part of being empathic, and maybe so in tune with her family.

As Verial cupped her cheeks, he'd be covered in dust, but that couldn't be helped; she was gasping. As he had touched her, his emotions were all the more powerful and she felt herself grow dizzy for a few moments. Her pupils dilated and contracted as she was clearly struggling to focus on what he was saying. Something about water, cloths, and herbs. It seemed only those three words made it to her ears and eventually her brain as she slowly nodded when he let go.

She must've promised to go get them, because her feet were moving before her mind could make sense of anything else. She stumbled a couple times since her feet and legs had fallen asleep, but she was soon running to the cottage to get the water, herbs, and cloths. The door was flung open and she began her hunt for the herbs first since going through them would take longer than getting cloths and water.

It was a good thing she was a Faery, cause not only was her Pa teaching her all about herbs and things, she seemed to have a natural flare for it. Nature responded to the Fae in ways others could probably only dream of. She hunted down the herbs and found them (wherever they were in Verial's cottage) she thought would be most useful and dumped them into her pouch. She then hurried to the kitchen to get the water and while it was heating up, she ran to the bathroom for some cloths and drug out about eight of them.

Rushing to Kyrian's room, she threw open the door and yanked down the covers to drag one back downstairs. She then rushed back downstairs to hear the kettle screaming and so 'very' carefully took it off the stove and found a huge bowl to dump the water in. And then extra carefully, she lugged the bowl up to the living room and set it on the coffee-table nearby.

Her legs felt jelly and so did her wings, which were still drooping. As she laid out the herbs, cloths, water, and things to make casts, she sniffled softly to try and pull herself somewhat together. When everything was laid out, she realized her hands were trembling and she watched them in fascination for a few moments before sinking to sit on the floor with her arms about her knees. She had made sure to sit out of the way, but near enough in case she was further needed. From there she watched intently, greatly worried for her friend.