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by: Jewel 
Solitaire lifted her hair back off her face, she had it all turned over and was working the last of the knots when he awoke. I am feeling much better. It only hurts a little now. She responded with a smile. He looked at her for a while and then said Good. Now I need you.. She looked at him again with that confused -drenched in thought- look he had grown so accustomed to. He stood up before her and lifted his shirt. She gasped as he lifted a leather pad. This man had five broken off arrows stuck in the side of his chest. Solitaire quickly ran through her thoughts, how can he still be alive, when did this happen. You are paladin. I need the arrows taken out, and the wounds cleaned sealed, the heads are poisonous. I need my blood purified, as best you can. My magic is strong, but I am loosing this battle slowly. JNot needing anymore motivation, she found herself in prayer and quickly looking over the camp for the items she knew she would need. He watched, he smiled, he was fond of this woman, she would take care of him now. He screamed louder then she had ever heard a human scream as she smashed the arrows one by one, pushing them out his back. There was no other way. They were in too deep and had been in him to long. His skin around the wound was an angry purple and white. With each smash of her stone pounding down upon the broken butt of the arrows he screamed. One by one she pulled them, out his backside, careful not to touch the poisoned tip. She flushed the wounds, and covered them in the pulp she had mixed from boiled wildflowers she had made earlier. She did not have the power to purify his blood, but she was able to clean out the wounds and help him heal. He slept. She curled up beside him. She slept.
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