Healing Trust

The city of Shu Jing would be new to her, and that was why Jurishe wanted to see it. The road had been soft traveling, thus far, and for that, she was thankful; she didn't have much, but that didn't mean that she could survive having it taken from her.

It was a few miles from the city that she first caught a feeling that things were going to change. Her chosen path had lead her through the woods, rather than down the road, and had brought her to quite a strange sight: burnt trees and charred grass out in the middle of what was apparently nowhere. Skirting around the edges of the damage, she inspected it carefully.

When nothing of note appeared, nothing changed, she continued on, dismissing the oddity for now, resolving to ask about it, once she got to the city. Emerging from the underbrush, just on the outskirts of Shu Jing, she caught sight of someone... limping? "Are you alright?" The sudden concern was clear in her voice.

She had already been moving toward her, but once the woman fell to the ground, Jurishe rushed the last few feet, "Careful!" Kneeling down beside the injured woman, she's already trying to assess her injuries, vaguely hearing the request for a healer. "I'm a healer," Her answer was quick, "What happened?"

Though already reaching out, her fingers paused at the sight of burnt skin. Eyes widening at her current grasp of the damage, Jurishe quickly removed her pack, going for her medical supplies. "Can you take your shirt off?" She asked, already rooting through her pack, "I can help you, if it hurts too much." Her voice was unusually clipped, betraying her stress.

Looking her over, Jurishe pulls a small container and gauze from her pack. "It's not too bad... mostly superficial damage," She offers, unscrewing the lid of the jar, "I'm Jurishe. You?" Then, before the answer, "This could sting."

Dipping her fingers into the jar, which appears to be an ointment or jell of some kind, Jurishe holds the girl's arm up with her free hand, starting to apply it gently. Still a little flustered, trying to hide it, she tries to recall her lessons for burn treatment - something she hadn't actually practiced healing before.

"Nice to meet you, Katara," Jurishe smiles, her eyes moving to the largest of the burns even as she's still working on the first. Biting her lip at the extent of the damage, she ventures, almost to herself in a mutter, "I'm going to have to clean around the worst of it before I can do anything..."

With a practiced flourish of a hand, she pulls water from the environment, draining the plants of water; it's still far less than she would have gotten back in the snow. Carefully guiding the meager amount to Katara's singed flesh, she drags it across the frayed edges, washing away the dirt and some of the flaking dead skin. After the ointment, it probably wouldn't seem to hurt as much.

"How do you feel?" She asks, now, trying to take Katara's mind away from the treatment.

While certainly noticing the scars, as well as becoming curious, Jurishe tried to focus on the healing, first and foremost - old, previously healed wounds didn't need her attention, after all. Moving her hand to guide the water on to another burn on a particularly dirty part of Katara's skin, she tries to keep her talking without coming across as obnoxious. "Do you live here in Shu Jing? I've never been here," Her small-talk may not be entirely interesting, but that might be excused by her concentration being elsewhere.

Her other hand continues to move lightly across the next burn, coating it with the cream; now that it's expected, it shouldn't be as bad as the first time. The process is also going a bit faster, now that Jurishe is no longer so tentative about touching the wounds at all.

"Southern Tribe," The answer was accompanied by a nearly-audible smile, "I've only been traveling for a little while now."

Finally finished coating the worst of the burns, Jurishe pulls more water from the surrounding flora, pulling it to Katara's skin once again. This time, rather than just cleaning, the water skims over the worst of the burns, lessening the pain, helping the redness to fade. The ointment that had been applied is absorbed into the water and then the charred skin, expediting the healing process, it seems.

Her gaze was drawn, finally, from the burns on Katara's body to her face; her eyes draw her attention most of all. "Does anything else hurt?" Jurishe's voice was noticeably calmer, now that most of the damage had been assessed and dealt with.

Shifting her position slightly, Jurishe moved her attention from the burns to Katara's leg, remembering her limp from before. Reaching for the limb in question, she carefully moves it straight, waiting for any kind of protest or hissing of pain; hopefully the reaction would give her a hint as to what was wrong - a break or sprain... or nothing but a little soreness.

If she were honest, all-in-all, she thought that this was going particularly well. It was her first solo-healing and she hadn't botched it, nor had the patient cursed her very existence. It wasn't the middle of a battlefield and the sun was still shining - knock on wood. Plus, Katara was apparently very receptive of the healing methods that she was employing.

"It doesn't seem to be broken," Jurishe tells Katara the good news, her tone light and pleased, "Would you like help to... where ever you're headed? I could take a look again, if it still hurts?" Her offer was tentative, but still sincere; it was clear in her voice.

Reaching over, she retrieves the shirt that had been shed, placing it into Katara's hands, "Here, you can put this back on, too. Your burns already look much better." With that, she starts to shove her things back into her pack - including the unused gauze - getting ready to escort her patient, should she accept the offer.

"I couldn't just let you limp back here, injured and untreated," Jurishe shakes her head slightly at the thought of it, looking around the room. Shedding her pack, she lay it carefully against the wall before rolling her shoulder to loosen it. "You said that you didn't live here... Are you traveling too? By yourself?" While her question could be taken offensively, her tone is purely curious, rather than belittling or accusatory.

Though she doesn't so much as remove her shoes, she does seem to be more comfortable just from taking the weight of her supplies off her shoulders. Jurishe lets her hand drift up her right thigh, brushing against the ties of her belt, taking hold of them as if to assure herself that it was still there at her waist, where it belonged; an absent habit.

Jurishe nods, before she remembers Katara's unseeing eyes. "Oh - yes, I should probably check to make sure that your skin is mending properly... and see about your legs, too." Moving back to her bag, she begins to remove the same materials as before. She pauses, for a moment, blowing a quick breath of hair up at her bangs, to get the loose hair out of her eyes, before standing.

"Here..." She sounds contemplative, moving to Katara's side, "You should be able to keep your pants on, if I can just roll the legs up a bit?" Her statement ends in a question, asking for permission. It wasn't a habit of hers, to give orders; she didn't even like to begin treatments without permission, unless the situation was dire, or the injured patient could not speak for themselves, at the time. As her current case was neither of those, she waited, watching the other teen before her.

A little surprised at how readily Katara offered to strip down for treatment, Jurishe nods again, taking a moment to remember to speak rather than just gesture, "It would be easier... if you're comfortable with it." The last thing that she wanted to do was make anyone - let alone someone injured - feel awkward in her presence, as a healer.

She was anything but embarrassed, at the offer to have clothing removed to give her easier access to the burns and other wounds; after all, it was nothing that she hadn't seen before. Had Katara been a man... slightly different story. A man would be healed nonetheless, but there would have been more muttering, blushing, fumbling, and eyes averted, all around.

Inspecting the newly revealed injuries, Jurishe chews on her lower lip, beginning to contemplate the best method for dealing with this new set of bruises and cuts. The bruises were beyond her skills to help much, aside from lessening the pain with an herbal draught - which she had already planned to administer before she left Katara alone. The cuts would need to be cleaned, to avoid infections, and, because of their locations, bandaged; she planned on bandaging the burns, as well, after another round of slathering them with the ointment she carried.

Plan in mind, she nodded - mostly to herself - before speaking, "I'll need to clean the cuts a bit, but then I can bandage you up and you should be fine."

Searching the small room, she saw that the door to the washroom was slightly open; a basin of water in place for washing. Reaching out, she called a small amount to her aide, unscrewing another, different jar of medicine at the same time. Rather than apply this new medicine by hand, she sprinkled some of the herbs into the floating water, mixing them together. "This time, it shouldn't hurt," Jurishe offers before continuing. The herb-infused water moves quickly along her skin, dipping into cuts and the areas around them, quickly prepping them for recovery.

Each time the water moved on to a new spot, Jurishe was there with a clean cloth, dabbing the wetness away, gauze in the other hand to begin the wrapping.