[PRP] Burning For You (Taanisi, Lutum)

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Mittere nodded and began the work of actually getting the lioness in a position to move. She gestured for the Healer's son to come and help, moving as she directed him and assisted.

"Now lift her head and get underneath her neck - careful there!" she admonished the boy. "That's it, now slide her onto me-" Mittere had laid down carefully and wriggled so that her shoulders were underneath the space Romus had cleared the lioness' chest from, "-right. Now you go around to her other side and gently - gently push her onto me." The pink lioness craned her neck around the stranger's weight to watch the boy.

"Right. Now," she heaved herself to her feet, "you drop your head underneath and come up supporting her legs - gently! - and we'll walk back to the pride. Carefully." Blue eyes narrowed. "On my count! Left foot, right foot..."

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Lutum was still trying to get his wind back as he watched first the Healer and then the Warrior move around the lioness, each doing their duty to help her. And all the brown lion could do was stand by her head and fret. Even that was denied him though, as Mittere glared him away in order to get the space she and Romus needed to lift the lioness for travel. It was a slow process, since he could see they were being careful not to jar the stranger too much, but in the end she was sprawled across both their backs, her poor abused feet suspended off the ground. It didn't look too comfortable for the rest of her injuries, but even Lutum could see that this way it wouldn't matter even if she fainted. They'd still get her to the pride.

Nervously, the brown lion trailed after them as they bore their burden into the Kitwana'antara.  

[Talencia]

Having already taken orders from his mother like a trooper, he adopted the same attitude as Mittere began barking orders. In some ways, he considered it as still obeying and helping his mother with a patient. Clearly this lioness was still going to need tending, and this was part of that tending. The loopy logic amused him, so that he smiled as he went about doing as instructed by the old Master Warrior. Once or twice he wasn't entirely certain of what she was intending on doing, but her sharp rebukes or instructions helped clarify things for him. Willingly he moved around the limp lioness, pushing or lifting as he was told.

In the end, it was a little odd standing beside the female fighter, with a lioness draped across the both of them. Truthfully, she wasn't nearly as heavy as it seemed to him she should have been. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, though. The sick and injured rarely weighed much. Something about being ill or hurt that seemed to melt the pounds off. Eh, regardless, it wasn't difficult to bear her weight, nor to match paces with his fellow beast of burden. In the end, they'd get her safe and sound to the pride, into a den of her own, and she would get well under his mother's care. Of this, he now had no doubt.



What strange sensations. Her paws no longer throbbed, but felt almost as if they weren't there at all, numb and muffled. Her head felt all light and airy, and it was somehow easier to swallow and keep her eyes open. Not that this helped her any with understanding what was going on. Briefly the world spun, and she tensed, prepared to slide right off the edge of the world and into darkness. It didn't happen though, and soon the tree's roots began to slide away steadily. How odd. She blinked blearily at the tufts of grass and bits of rock that drifted by, all without her moving her paws. Or was she? She couldn't tell. In this dreamy manner, Taanisi finally came to her destination, whether by destiny, an act of the gods, or sheer luck, she'd found herself a place and a person, all within the diseased pride of the Kitwana'antara.