[For once he's actually not out visiting friends, just on the roof. It's late at night, and the moon is beautiful, so he's spending time with his garden, collecting different herbs for the shop, and some for personal use when suddenly his stomach twists and he's overwhelmed with nausea. He even doubles over as he senses how much magic is being spilled nearby.
Rune.
He drops whatever he's doing, and rushes down the stairs, past their bedrooms, past the store level where he slows at the sight of shattered ceramics and the strong scent of blood and magic, trying not to look at Rune as he goes into the basement to grab some things.
Ciro is back as fast as he can be, right at Rune's side as he coaxes him to sit. There was so much blood, the smell of it alone was overwhelming and making his eyes water and heart race as he's picking up on some of Rune's emotions. He tries to calm himself, drawing up Rune's shirt to assess the damage and immediately try to stop the bleeding.
He pulls away the towel and puts his hands right over where he's bleeding from whispering words he hasn't had to say for a long time. Words so old, they'd been taught to him by his mother and passed down from her mother before her. It would be painful. Meshing torn skin back together was never comfortable for the person, but he doesn't think there's time to worry about pain management when he has to stop Rune from losing too much blood. It's not like they could just go to a hospital.]
Stay with me, alright? I've got you.
[He lifts his hands away and the wound is sealed, but there's also the issue of how much blood he's lost already, possible internal bleeding, and a physical wound not being the only of his injuries. At least the other's weren't as urgently pressing, so he could move him in a bit.]
I need you to drink this. All of it. [He's pouring a few things out into a small mug in a ratio he's mostly just eyeballing]
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Rune.
He drops whatever he's doing, and rushes down the stairs, past their bedrooms, past the store level where he slows at the sight of shattered ceramics and the strong scent of blood and magic, trying not to look at Rune as he goes into the basement to grab some things.
Ciro is back as fast as he can be, right at Rune's side as he coaxes him to sit. There was so much blood, the smell of it alone was overwhelming and making his eyes water and heart race as he's picking up on some of Rune's emotions. He tries to calm himself, drawing up Rune's shirt to assess the damage and immediately try to stop the bleeding.
He pulls away the towel and puts his hands right over where he's bleeding from whispering words he hasn't had to say for a long time. Words so old, they'd been taught to him by his mother and passed down from her mother before her. It would be painful. Meshing torn skin back together was never comfortable for the person, but he doesn't think there's time to worry about pain management when he has to stop Rune from losing too much blood. It's not like they could just go to a hospital.]
Stay with me, alright? I've got you.
[He lifts his hands away and the wound is sealed, but there's also the issue of how much blood he's lost already, possible internal bleeding, and a physical wound not being the only of his injuries. At least the other's weren't as urgently pressing, so he could move him in a bit.]
I need you to drink this. All of it. [He's pouring a few things out into a small mug in a ratio he's mostly just eyeballing]