Adventures of Two Khajiit

With a gurgling gasp, Yoake's eyes open in a heartbeat, panicking. She rolls over to her side as she coughs and regurgitates what feels like an entire river. With ragged breath, she collapses on the sand as her lungs strain themselves to give her enough air. "Hahh, by the Moons, the Mane, and the Mother Cat! You live!" Mi'rasj' leans back on onto his side, his tears of distress and anguish have become tears of utter joy and relief.

Yoake looks at the he-cat's euphoric face. "...we made it... hhhh... let's never do that again," she says as she lifts her weak arm to cup his jaw, and stroke a thumb over is wet, furry cheek. "Thank you, Mir... for saving me." Mi'rasj puts his hand on the back of hers. It's trembling, but feel pleasantly warm. "hhh, agreed. Next time we... hhheh... we kill them all. Mir may have saved Yoake, but her potions... saved us... so thank you!"

The she-cat smiles. "Heh... I never thought... it would pay off to... never truly empty out my packs..." The she-cat weave her fingers into his for a moment, then sits up as she notices two snapped thumb-length arrow shafts protruding from his blood in the sand, coming from Mi'rasj' behind. "You're hurt, Mir..."

Mi'rasj doesn't feel his injuries before Yoake points them out.

"Hn. It appears Mir has a couple of arrows in him, yes. But he cannot reach them at a good angle. Can this one take a look?"

"Of course," Yoake says, putting a hand on the male's shoulder. "Okay, lay down on your belly... good..." Leaning over Mi'rasj she counts two arrow shafts, one just under and beside his tail, and the other in his right upper thigh. "Well Mir, you have one arrow in your butt... and one in your thigh... they have penetrated quite deep... the only way to remove these is to cut them out..."

Yoake winces as she sees Mi'rasj' narrow his eyes and wrinkle his nose, the coming procedure does not, understandably, appeal to him. The worry in his eyes is substantial.

"Oufh... is Yoake's skill in restorative magic inadequate? Can she carve the arrows out herself? Does she have any Sleep-Sap from the Tree That Sleeps? Mir has heard from Ysolda in Whiterun that it has healing qualities. He is unsure how it will affect a Khajiit, though."

Yoake puts a comforting hand on his tense shoulder. She massages it lightly, kneading the muscles. ’’I can heal... a little. I can fix scratches, cuts and broken bones with a spell, but cutting into and digging around you muscles, never mind your behind, in order to remove arrows? That I'm not anywhere near qualified for. Even if I was, I don't have any surgical tools with me, and I would never dare to use my Blade of Woe! And I don't have any Sap, it's been ages since I had anything to do with that that stuff. I'm sorry."

"Hhhh... alright, it's alright... eehh," Mi'rasj scratches his ear. "The priestesses of Dibella in Markarth are patrons of love and life. Maybe they have healers who can help Mir?"

"Hah! The priestesses! I think they can! Markarth is not that far away. But how to get you there... you're obviously not fit to ride..."

Yoake cross her legs, and absently drag her fingers through Mi'rasj' hair as she thinks, looking at the river. She spies their packs being stuck to a root, the glowing blade of Dawnbreaker is visible in the water, having made a hole through her pack.

"Will you be alright while I look for the horses, Mir?" she says as she tiredly walks over to the shore to retrieve their packs and her sword.

Mi'rasj rests on his side. "Mir may not be able to sit, but what if he were laying over the back of the horse? Heh, Yoake will not have to look long for his horse..." Mi'rasj raises a trembling hand, palm outwards, and focuses on a spot somewhere in front of him. The air shimmers, ripples and with a blue flash and a crack, Arvak stands 3 fathoms away.

Yoake blinks, looks at Arvak, then back at Mi'rasj, then back to the skeletal steed again. "I'm not going to let you lay across him! I'm getting Shadowmere. Stay safe, Mir." "He will. Good luck!"