Containable (irline). chapter 1.2

About half an hour later, the doors opened abruptly, and Torrin and Uldred brought in the same gray-haired elf, whose appearance determined my path as a healer. She looked terrible-an open fracture of her right arm, a pair of crushed ribs, legs covered in her own blood...

Uldred swears that he will lock Cullen in a cage, drive him to madness, and then personally cut out his heart. Uldred whispered, laying the girl on the bed, which was fenced off by screens enchanted to absorb sound from the rest and designed for particularly difficult cases when nothing should distract.

That's when I realized why Cullen got into the magic circle in the game, and why he was being driven crazy, the only one of all the templars. Uldred and Torrin left. And Wynn took care of the girl.

"It's useless," she said almost immediately, desperation in her voice.

"Why?" I asked.

"She hadn't been fed for at least a day and a half, and she had lost too much blood. The body simply has nothing to recover from. Her heart is still beating only because of her magic power. But if I try to heal her, she will die of exhaustion in the process. I stood in silence for a while, and remembered the spell I had restored, but had never tried in practice. If the girl had been human, she would have died for sure if I had tried to use my spell. But she was an elf, which meant there was a chance if I didn't make a mistake with the spell.

I looked around for something sharp, and immediately noticed a knife on a low table. Obviously, while preparing everything for the treatment, Wynn had not forgotten about her knife for opening boils and for blood magic. I took it from the table.

"Will you make sure that she doesn't suffer?" Wynn asked.

Instead of answering, I cut open both my palms, grimacing in pain.

"What are you going to do?" the healer asked.

I came close and put one hand on the fracture and the other on the leg wound. And then my blood, obeying my will, gushed into the girl's half-empty veins and arteries. And my heart drove my blood through her body. The fading beat of the girl's heart, supported only by her magic, changed the rhythm, adjusting to my heart.

"Treat her!" I said to Wynn. — Don't ask anything, just treat me.

Then I had a chance to observe the skill of the Senior Spell Caster. Not understanding how I was supporting the girl and how she was still alive, Wynn healed the wounds on her body one by one and replaced the pieces of bones. At the same time, her magic carefully bypassed my blood, never breaking the connection for a moment.

Half an hour later, the healing was complete, and I allowed the connection to break, leaving the elf with my blood flowing in her body at that moment. I felt very weak. I felt sleepy.

But the cured elf woke up.

"Where am I?" where is HE?"

"You're in the healing chambers," Wynn replied.

"And no one will give you to him. What's your name, blood sister?" I asked.

"Mirelle," the elf replied.

"Sleep, blood sister, you need to rest." At this point, Wynn cast a soporific spell, and the girl's eyes closed.

"A blood sister?" Wynn asked. "Considering that she's got your blood in her right now, though... After all, it was the blood healing that disappeared during the fall of Alartan, you directly transfused not only her blood, but also your life. After all, Irving was right, Irline couldn't stand the test, and in his body, an ancient magician who somehow survived the Fade returned to our world."

It looks like my conspiracy has gone to waste... But I didn't really care-I was ruled by Mercy and a sense of caring for Mirelle, as well as Hatred for Cullen.

"And do many people think the same?" I asked.

"Irving assumed that you were an ancient elven mage. I was afraid that you were some kind of spirit or demon. But Leora said right away that she doesn't care who you are. She said she was ready to accept anyone who helps magicians, unless of course they are the Creator! We didn't tell the others about the situation, they don't have anything to do with you."

"Yeah, we don't need a Creator. Apparently, have you decided to accept Leora's point of view? So why do you need my confession? You can still call me Irline. I'm going to sleep it off if you don't need me urgently."

"No need," Wynn replied.

Wearily, I left the healing room and headed towards the bed.