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Every so often, Nita makes a point of coming down here to the Infirmary to check and see if there's anything for her to help out with. When there's not, as is usually the case, she practices the fine art of Puttering and familiarizes herself with some of the less magical methods of healing.

Which is to say, Nita inna Infirmary.

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A young man, and a girl enter the infirmary. The young man was obviously bleeding from the back of the shin, and there was a small blood trail behind him. In fact he looked a little wobbly and glassy eyed from the blood loss.

"A demon bunny bit him," Mary announces. Very, very loudly. To the infirmary at large.

"He is bleeding in his leg."

Nita turns, and her eyes widen.

"Oh, crap -- c'mere, sit down--"

She hurries over and grabs a chair, dragging it closer to him so he doesn't have to walk too far.

Todd nodded, and flopped down in the seat.

"Doesn't really hurt anymore... And she got bit on the foot." He blinked a few times, trying to focus.

"Only my boot," Mary repeats, patiently. "It is not bleeding or hurt or anything - not like his."

Nita kneels next to him, and glances over at Mary. "Pull up a chair, then -- I'll take a look at it when I'm done here, okay? Just to be on the safe side."

Back to Todd -- "Okay, can you pull up your pant leg? I'm Nita, by the way."

Todd very slowly went to lift his pant leg, it was stiff with blood now, and there was an obvious tear, a jagged section removed even. And it looked like a small bit of his shin was in fact missing. He wobbled a few more times in the chair, and blinked rapidly to force himself awake.

Mary's fascinated stare is fixed on the wound.

"That rabbit," she says, "must have had very sharp teeth."

Nita winces sympathetically as the wound comes into view.

"Yep, must have." She glances up at Todd. "Don't worry, it not gonna be hard to fix. What's your name, please?"

Todd muzzily answered, "Todd... Anderson, nice to meet you." His body swayed a little.

"We were looking for an elephant," Mary volunteers, her gaze still intent on the wound.

"Was cold, wanted to check and make sure.. ok... wasn't there." Todd weakly added.

". . . Right."

Healing comes first. She can clarify in a minute.

"Okay, hold still. This shouldn't take too long."

It's a small enough wound that it won't require any blood from her; she simply covers it with her hand, closes her eyes, and starts speaking. Her own little world goes silent as the Universe listens to her, speeding muscle and skin cells on their way to recovery.

A few minutes later, she removes her hand and sits back. Rubbing the sympathetic pain in her own shin, she surveys the pink patch of new skin.

"How's it feel?"

Todd still felt a bit woozy, but his leg seemed better. He tentatively moved it.

"Feels a lot better, thanks." He gave a small smile at that.

He added to Mary, "Thanks again, and sorry about earlier."

Mary looks up from her intent observation of the healing, surprised.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You were the one who was bitten - I only got bite-marks in my boot."

"It was my idea to head out there. I didn't know those creatures were out there. It was stupid."

There is a prince. He's not in for healing himself -- he's watching over someone. Or would be, if he hadn't dozed off in a chair by her bed. The female in question is asleep and has been since he came in.

It's possible someone should wake the boy up and chase him out again. Or just give him someone to talk to.

Nita notes him when she enters, but decides to let him sleep for a few minutes while she does a quick circuit of the Infirmary.

Once that's done, though, she figures she might as well check on him, and heads over.

Touching him on the shoulder, she says quietly, "Sir?"

Faramir jumps a bit, blinking. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I fall asleep? She hasn't woken up, has she?"

He only has eyes for the girl in the bed.

"S'okay." She glances at the woman. "Sorry, no. Not while I've been in here."

He lets out a breath in a hiss through his teeth. "There are wounds not even the Edain may heal," he murmurs.

He doesn't seem especially eager to leave. But he asks anyway, "If I am in the way of the nurses, lady, I shall go..."

"Nah, it's fine. I'm sorry to wake you up -- it just seemed like you might be more comfortable in a bed than a chair." She nods towards the office. "There's a sofa or so, too."

"I'll be all right, thank you, lady." He can go without sleep for a good long while. He's just... reaching the latter half of that while, you might say. "Are you a healer here, then?"

"Sometimes, yeah." She smiles a little, and offers a hand. "Nita Callahan, wizard. Dai'stiho."

He stands, takes her hand, and bows over it with a high courtly manner. "Faramir, son of Denethor, prince of Ithilien and back-up Security, at your service, lady."

Her eyebrows go up. A lot. As does her color.

Faramir is bowing to her. This counts as Very Cool in her book.

"Um, nice to meet you. Just Nita's fine."

He nods. "You are not one of the healers who has been tending to her," he says, nodding to the woman on the bed. "Are you new?"

"Not really. Just infrequent."

"Ah." He walks to the beside and gently takes the lady's hand. It's still cold, which worries him. "Are you a magical healer, or one of herbs and medicines?"

"Magical, though I'm learning a little about conventional methods."

She hangs back, watching him and her. "What happened to her?"

She has her suspicions, but.

"She fought a great battle, which I fear she is fighting still in her heart," he answers quietly. "The Black Breath was upon her -- the Enemy's darkness, which we do not name. Lord Elrond has healed her of its poison, but there are some pains no magic may end. She alone must fight now." His eyes show his agony. "Would that I could banish her shadows for her. My poor Eowyn..."

It's a good thing Nita's behind him right now. That way he can't see the gleeful, fangirly smile that's on her face.

She wipes it off quickly. After all, she knows how the story ends, but he has to watch the woman he loves in this state.

"She'll make it," Nita murmurs. "She's one hell of a fighter."

He half-turns towards her, glowing.

"I know. I think there is no enemy she could not match, no battle she would not come out the victor. I saw her win this once. I shall see her do so again."

He's Determined. And there is no turning back a Determined Faramir.

She smiles.

"It's good she's got someone to stay with her." Her smile goes a little wry, a little distant. "Even fighters need a support group sometimes.

"How long has she been like this?"

"Many days. She does wake at times, and once has ventured into the bar itself, against all advice. Not that advice will turn her from what she's set her mind to do." He rubs his thumb over her cool hand. "She has more support than she knows."

"Hmm." A frown, this time, directed at both of them.

"What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

"You sound like Random," he laughs. "I have never had anyone ask me such questions." Which means, as she may well comprehend, he doesn't quite know how to answer her. He's here, isn't he? This is his duty, and he does it gladly; any personal considerations come after.

She gives him an amused look, slipping her hands into her pockets.

"That's not really an answer. When'd you last eat? Like, a real meal."

As long as she's in here, she may as well pull rank, such as it is, and take care of people.

"I..." The last time he had the opportunity to. Which means the last time he remembered to. Which means... "Breakfast, I think?" If that counts. He's still baffled that anyone should think to remind him of this.

She nods. "Good. Don't let yourself forget, okay?"

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