"She always seemed like such an unpleasant woman. I remember thinking when I saw your wedding announcement in the papers that I'd never seen a more miserable groom." He turned back to his herbs. "Were you not an Ars Goetia yourself, I would've been tempted to start planning a menu. I rather love bitter flavors, but I feel like hers would still need to be compensated for."
He'd seen Blitzø's reaction along with the prince's. Oh, my. This was certainly stirring up some drama, wasn't it? Payment enough for what he was doing, he supposed. Spiced things up a bit.
He finished griding dried herbs into a powder and poured them into the large bowl of water.
"Fortunate you visited a hospital or other medical facility before coming here. You'll still scar from the holy wounds, but they won't look as bad as if I were the only one to treat them. Probably won't even be noticeable without actively looking for them!"
His exposed claw had a few silver lines to it that had nothing to do with Hellish injures, giving some idea of what Stolas could have ended up with.
Alastor started pulling from his basket of goodies pure linen bandages, carefully sliding them into the bowl to not waste a drop of the water. He then stood over it and added a few more drops of his blood, triggering a faint spring green glow. Then he cleaned out the mortar and pestle again, his shadow retrieving a much smaller bowl of water that he added yet another concoction of herbs and blood to. This he dipped a pure linen cloth into it before leaning over Stolas and beginning to clean the smaller wounds first with the damp cloth. The stab wound would need something more than a quick cleaning.
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He'd seen Blitzø's reaction along with the prince's. Oh, my. This was certainly stirring up some drama, wasn't it? Payment enough for what he was doing, he supposed. Spiced things up a bit.
He finished griding dried herbs into a powder and poured them into the large bowl of water.
"Fortunate you visited a hospital or other medical facility before coming here. You'll still scar from the holy wounds, but they won't look as bad as if I were the only one to treat them. Probably won't even be noticeable without actively looking for them!"
His exposed claw had a few silver lines to it that had nothing to do with Hellish injures, giving some idea of what Stolas could have ended up with.
Alastor started pulling from his basket of goodies pure linen bandages, carefully sliding them into the bowl to not waste a drop of the water. He then stood over it and added a few more drops of his blood, triggering a faint spring green glow. Then he cleaned out the mortar and pestle again, his shadow retrieving a much smaller bowl of water that he added yet another concoction of herbs and blood to. This he dipped a pure linen cloth into it before leaning over Stolas and beginning to clean the smaller wounds first with the damp cloth. The stab wound would need something more than a quick cleaning.