"Thank you for your aid," Onni says with a bright smile, a gracious look on her face at the young medic. It was quite inspiring, to see one so young take up the art of healing. The mare had taken to the art of injury before healing, herself, though you would never know with the honey sweet smile she proffered the colt. Pale blue eyes stretch forward, like a sweet summer sky, until they fall onto the bloody battle worn bodies that shamble forward. They take to mournful skies then, like blue tears that hold still in her irises. Such expressions that were noticeable, though likely overlooked in the dank battlefield of the Edge.

Turn her face back to the young colt, she directs her attention to him. "Yol, I am going to need you to find peppermint. It is small, green and smells like winter in your nostrils." She offers a warm smile that has a sense of urgency before stepping up to the first patient, her physician eyes turning down toward the leg on Lace, which he held precariously. Soft expressions and an encouraging smile greet the grullo as she makes her way forward, hooves dancing lightly on the slippery terrain painted red and black. Such pain and callous hate, to what did it amount?

The cannon was crooked, Onni noted with some panic as she stepped closer to the soldier. Pleading with gentle eyes for the stallion not to move she comes yet closer, head dropping to view the strange bending of the bones. It is then that Alisier comes to her side, and Onni shakes her head to clear her thoughts before turning to the grief stricken face of the boy. "Alisier," she says thankfully, looking at his wavering expression. "See to the bleeding. Take the moss and use it as makeshift bandages. Be carefully not to press to tightly for those with broken bones." She pauses, looking inquisitively around for a large gray figure of the other colt. "There is a pegasus colt named Yol who will have peppermint. The herb eases pain when crushed. See to the other warriors until I can see them." Another encouraging smile to the brave healer graces her features, sorrow apparent in both of their faces. War, it was hard on us all.

Turning her attention back toward, lace, the mare steps forward to stand side by side for a moment. "I will try to heal your leg to the best of my ability, sir. Please do your best to hold still." With a graceful pivot and a few steps to the side, Onni positions herself to face the injured leg in question, pale eyelids falling over her eyes of blue as she calls upward toward the sun for light and fire.

A glowing began to envelope the healer, the light radiating from her figure in the dank area of the battle field, until a string of golden flames eek out, making their way through the air to wrap around Lace's injured leg, a bandage of sunlight, tightening with a warm glow that would creep into his blood and warm the stallion. The bones began to shift under the magic of the Shaman, her face contorted into concentration, breath steady, until the pieces of white washed bone fit together like a puzzle, a smile taking her face again in triumph, the sunlight stitching the now straight tissue together, until the sunlight makes its way back toward the healer and dissipates, leaving the leg feeling sore, but solid.

It was then that Onni turned her head to see the ambling form of Torasin, who she quickly turns toward to lean against for support. "You should not walk!" She says with sudden authority, making the other healer stay put for a moment with a brush of her shoulder for him to lean against.
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