Finding Nemo, err, Asuka! [Closed]

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Character(s): The Prince, B. Jenet, Asuka, Auron
Content: Jenet and The Prince go to look for Asuka who is omgwounded.
Setting: Somewhere near Vanaheim gate.
Time: Wednesday, Late Morning
Warnings: Asuka is bleeding! Oh noes!

The Prince was dismayed. Auron's sudden departure had shaken him. He knew that Auron had probably had important things to attend to, but The Prince was still sad to see him go. The Prince and Jenet had continued to make their way toward Actua Are, when Jenet received a message from a girl named Asuka. He had perked right back up again at the prospect of meeting someone new. She had seemed very nice, and he couldn't wait to meet her.

But, it appeared that her arm was broken. He wished he had thought to bring some tape or some glue so he could put it back together. The Prince was constantly running forward a few paces, before swinging back into step with Jenet, anxious to find Asuka. They were making their way steadily towards the gate, where Asuka had told them she would be.

He put his hand against his forehead to block out the non-existent sun. Mostly, he just wanted to look like he was trying very hard to find Asuka. Which he was, of course, but looking around with his hand against his forehead was sure to make him extra alert. At least, so he thought. Then, he came to a sudden realization. "Queen Jenet, what does this Asuka look like?"

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Looking from the injured girl to Jenet and the Prince, Auron nodded briefly. Patting the Prince once, twice, three times gently on the head as he explained the situation, he slid closer to the redhead, glancing briefly at Jenet after her comment and question. "I didn't find anything of use," he shrugged, both in response and to shake the coat off of his left arm, something he only did in battle. Here, however, he was not going to draw Shiranui - it was to have the use of both hands to help the young woman. "Only that the locals here do not like it when you question them."

He was a warrior, that much was true, but for the first half of his life, along with his battle-training, he had studied to be a monk. Granted, he was no healer, but the warrior-monks of Bevelle were at least expected to be able to treat minor wounds or at least tend to them until a healer was found. Lady Yuna would have been most helpful here, as she knew much more about White Magic than he. Auron had been surprised to find that he'd crossed into Paixao with whatever he'd had on him at the time, and this included the 3 or 4 Potions he'd been carrying during the last fight with Sin.

Yet he was reluctant to give one to the woman - as he wasn't quite sure if it would have the same effect here as it did back in Spira. Bushido was no longer a far-off glimmer of power to be reached when he was strained in battle; it seemed wrapped in a fog and further away than ever. Even the Magic that allowed him to use his Breaking skills seemed augmented and distant here in Paixao. Who was to say that a Potion's healing qualities remained now that he had left Spira? So many things to investigate. But first, to matters at hand.

Auron briefly and gently touched the edge of a blood-soaked bandage, using the bare-bones battlefield medic skills he had been taught in his youth. His dark eyes glanced at her face, nodding faintly in greeting. "These will need to be re-dressed now to make the trip. Once we get to Actua Are I'll bind them up better, and check for infection." Immediately he'd taken control of the situation. He wasn't about to leave some injured girl here in the street with a new bandage while he and his companions sauntered off to get out of the elements and get some answers - she was coming with them whether she liked it or not. "Does anything else hurt?"