If anybody wants the title of Worst Injured, they can have it! Curufin will cheerfully award that trophy to someone else.
"Caedra, yes, that's what I was told. I don't know what she is, human or demonic. I Just know that she can summon and command demons."
Curufin let Will do his work, only gritting his teeth and gripping the side of the table at times, and still silent. He laughed weakly, his voice hoarse, as Will held up the claw tip. "No souvenirs. I travel light."
The bacteria load of these wounds is probably horrendous, but fortunately, Elves are impressively resistant to infection. Hemorrhaging organs are a bit of a problem, since the wounds are deep and all three have punctured his lung. But again, luck is with Curufin. He's an Elf, and a First Age Elf from the home of the Valar, the gods of Middle-earth, for that matter. The children of that country are blessed. There is a great power in their physical nature, and they may well heal from injuries that would kill an ordinary human. This is a serious injury but is unlikely to be a mortal one, especially now that he's getting medical care.
"Elves are tough, Will," he responds, softly. Softly is all he can manage just now, but that's okay. "If you can give me a boost of your energy, I'm fairly sure it will blend well with my own. It'll help. That's what you Demigod healers do, right?"
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"Caedra, yes, that's what I was told. I don't know what she is, human or demonic. I Just know that she can summon and command demons."
Curufin let Will do his work, only gritting his teeth and gripping the side of the table at times, and still silent. He laughed weakly, his voice hoarse, as Will held up the claw tip. "No souvenirs. I travel light."
The bacteria load of these wounds is probably horrendous, but fortunately, Elves are impressively resistant to infection. Hemorrhaging organs are a bit of a problem, since the wounds are deep and all three have punctured his lung. But again, luck is with Curufin. He's an Elf, and a First Age Elf from the home of the Valar, the gods of Middle-earth, for that matter. The children of that country are blessed. There is a great power in their physical nature, and they may well heal from injuries that would kill an ordinary human. This is a serious injury but is unlikely to be a mortal one, especially now that he's getting medical care.
"Elves are tough, Will," he responds, softly. Softly is all he can manage just now, but that's okay. "If you can give me a boost of your energy, I'm fairly sure it will blend well with my own. It'll help. That's what you Demigod healers do, right?"