"Understood," Amberdake finishes cutting Lucien loose, then tosses the dagger to land flat on the ground near enough to the side of the fae's empty hand that he can grab it if he so chooses.
He sets to work immediately, gently settling his fingertips against Lucien's skin through his torn shirt. His bright blue eyes go unfocused, or rather... begin to focus on things others cannot see. The inside of Lucien's body, specifically, as his energy threads in through the contact of his fingertips.
The blood in his lungs is the first order of business, so that his patient doesn't drown before him. Drake pushes it back with his energy, redirecting what hasn't spilled into lungs yet back into the correct channels, and then the pressure in Lucien's lungs begins to deflate as he cleans and pushes that blood back into his circulatory system, too.
His energy is holding the blood back like mesh too fine for fluid to pass through.
"This is going to feel very weird," Amberdrake warns gently, before he begins to ease the worst broken shard of rib out of Lucien's lung, sliding and grinding back into proper alignment. Energy lashes it all together to hold it in place, and Drake clears out the hole it left behind of any stray tissue or fluids before he pours power into that spot, helping Lucien's natural -- so fast! -- healing ability along to knit even faster.
Almost too fast, between the two of them.
"...Huh," he says to himself, at that. And when he moves onto the second worst puncture, he concentrates on the bone, and leaves the tissue to the fae's advanced healing to seal up.
"Do your bones knit this fast, too?" Amberdrake asks, already moving on to the next problem, and the next, leaving tingling power holding bones in alignment with each other but not trying to make them heal back together.
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He sets to work immediately, gently settling his fingertips against Lucien's skin through his torn shirt. His bright blue eyes go unfocused, or rather... begin to focus on things others cannot see. The inside of Lucien's body, specifically, as his energy threads in through the contact of his fingertips.
The blood in his lungs is the first order of business, so that his patient doesn't drown before him. Drake pushes it back with his energy, redirecting what hasn't spilled into lungs yet back into the correct channels, and then the pressure in Lucien's lungs begins to deflate as he cleans and pushes that blood back into his circulatory system, too.
His energy is holding the blood back like mesh too fine for fluid to pass through.
"This is going to feel very weird," Amberdrake warns gently, before he begins to ease the worst broken shard of rib out of Lucien's lung, sliding and grinding back into proper alignment. Energy lashes it all together to hold it in place, and Drake clears out the hole it left behind of any stray tissue or fluids before he pours power into that spot, helping Lucien's natural -- so fast! -- healing ability along to knit even faster.
Almost too fast, between the two of them.
"...Huh," he says to himself, at that. And when he moves onto the second worst puncture, he concentrates on the bone, and leaves the tissue to the fae's advanced healing to seal up.
"Do your bones knit this fast, too?" Amberdrake asks, already moving on to the next problem, and the next, leaving tingling power holding bones in alignment with each other but not trying to make them heal back together.