Field Hospital in the Ballroom

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Elane washed the whip cuts, and smeared a cold poultice over them. She brushed a herbal juice over his other wounds, and then turned back to the soldier without an ear. The maid was fumbling, pale and stricken.

"Go attend to the boiling of the wine," Elane said, firmly swatting the girl away. She took the dish of heated poultice, and then studied his ear wound. "Best not to put this on, I think. It'll slow the healing." She began to pull out strips of linen from a roll, and dressed the man's wound. "Does the wine still sting?"

[Axell Lannister]

Embarrassed at the attention, the hulking Spear turns his head.
"Its fine miss," He gets to his feet, before staggering towards the exit. "Im fine. And i need a drink. Come find me at the silver blade when he wakes up."

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Blood was seeping through the bandages, so Elane told the man to hold still while she applied a second layer of linen over it. "You shouldn't be moving," she said firmly. "And there's no Silver Blade or Golden Blade for you today. I'll get you your drink, but you must first rest." With the help of another nurse, she pushed the man back onto his pallet. "Sleep," she repeated.

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The man looked stubborn as she brought him his wine - this time to drink.

[Axell Lannister]

As he is held down, Spear grins.
"We won. We beat them. Miles died though. And Grell took an arrow in the chest, but we killed them." He shuddered, before his body seemed to explode into a cascade of violent coughs. Elane and her helpers tried to hold him down as blood came up. The coughs continued for several minutes, before he sank back, his face pale.

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"You fought very bravely, and so did your friends" Elane said, worried at the man coughed up blood and mucus. When the coughing subsided, she tipped a goblet of limewater down his through. "This will keep the nausea down," she said. She propped up pillows behind him and made him rest against it. "You shouldn't lie flat for a while."

The man still looked very pale. She glanced at his clothes, but she could make out no house arms or colors, just boiled leather. A freerider, she decided. Or a sellsword, perhaps. "You're brave men. They'll sing of your deeds in this battle for years to come."

[Axell Lannister]

Spear grimaced.
"Its nothing. I took an arrow in the lung 3 years past. It happens sometimes, but it always passes."

Steffen Lannister opens his eyes slightly, before whispering something inaudable.

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"It's not nothing," Elane insisted. "I've decided I'm not going to give you that drink after all. You just rest againt these pillows and sleep it off. In the morning I'll change your dressings." Hearing a murmur, she turns to see the Worm gazing blearily out of half-open eyes.

"Don't move until the poultice is fully hardened," she said, touching the poultice to check. "Those are deep cuts."

[Axell Lannister]

Spear scowls, although secretly enjoying being fussed over. It was a new experience, he decided, and not entirely undesirable.
"Haha," he chuckled.

Steffen's eyes focus somewhat on Elane.
"who... are you?" He manages to mutter.

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Elane pulled the earless man's blankets up over him and tucked them around him, and then turned back to the Worm.

"I'm Elane Royce," she replied, dabbing at the cuts and bruises on his face. "You may not remember me. We met at Sara and Allard's wedding." It was strange to think about now. The feast had been in this very ballroom. Elane had worn silk and samite, and the Worm had been dressed in Lannister colors, with his worm-and-lion sigil. How different it was now.

[Axell Lannister]

Steffen kept his gaze on her. He took in a sharp breath. My body is on fire.
"My thanks," he murmured. "I... remember you." A smile played around his lips, before he flinched at something. "Callen?"

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"Defeated, probably as injured and ill as any man here," she replied. "My cousin will be out on the fields now, looking for him. My sister too."

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Seeing that Steffen looked feverish, Elane sent for a potion the maester had made before he left. Steffen drank it quickly.

Aranya Stone entered the field hospital, supporting Chella with one arm while huge Jach followed behind. It took a moment for Elane to look around, but when she saw her sister she gave a cry and hurried to her. They were led over to three beds, badly wounded.

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"I'm all right," Aranya gritted her teeth as she was laid on the pallet. "Look at Chella and Jach first, they're bleeding from too many places."

Elane remembered Chella, chief of the Black Ears. "Thanks for coming to my sister's aid," she said, taking off the woman's leather to treat her. "Otherwise she'd be one of those corpses on the field now."

[Lilith Royce]

Their cuts were deep and needed stitches, but the bleeding had lessened, if they could close the wounds all three would survive. Rumor was the clansmen and clanswoman had fought like the mad, scattering far better armored troops in their wake, killing twice their number.

Lilith bathed their wounds and personally stitched them closed. They were sword or axe wounds from sharp blades, they should heal well. The skin came back together easily as she sewed the long bloody gashes back together again. Jach's left hand was broken so Lilith had the maester set it as well as he, she wasn't sure whether he would regain movement in it but it probably wouldn't kill him today.

She then walked over to Ser Steffen. Elane had done a superb job with him, he had color in his cheeks, a flush of health that could only be a miracle of the Seven. She carefully examined his body, making a stitch here, a few stitches there but his were not the clean wounds of battle but the blunt, bitter wounds of torture. She willed him to live, to thrive, to dance in the ballroom again. When he fluttered his eyelids open, she said "You need food, our oxblood soup will give you your strength," and had one of the prettiest of the Targaryens spoon the life blood back into him.