Azrianna sat next to Yrsula's bed and put her slender, smooth hand on top of the human's rough ones. She frowned at the state of the fragile woman. Her face had dried, caked blood on it - and although Azrianna had brought in a bowl with water and a towel, it was already saturated with too much crimson.
What upset her more than the eye - was the fact her arm was gone. There wasn't a wound that Azrianna could locate - but she was positive it was concealed by the layers of sanguine liquid that had dripped down Yrsula's neck.
As badly as she wished to go fetch another round of water to check, she could still hear Amyra outside the door as she screamed at Dagon. So, until things calmed down out there - she stayed in here and frowned.
"I want to send Amyra away for a while," the regal woman spoke lowly and with a somber tone as her eyes ran over her friend's form.
"As you wish, my Lady." Zephyra replied obediently and with a stillness that calmed the magician.
