so i listen to the    wind for an answer

 She is and she isn’t expecting her thought to be correct. Of course there’s a reason her idea had formed in her mind. She’s spent the better portion of a year learning to heal, and in that process, learning how to determine an injury or ailment in the first place. Not that she doesn’t have much left to still learn, and therefore some reason to doubt her assessments now and again. But still. There’s only so many reasons one can’t put weight on a leg. Something broken or bruised on the leg itself or in that vicinity. And there’s only so many things in that vicinity.
 
It takes all her willpower not to laugh as her King using that massive horn to point at…well, his other horn. In this moment, she is endlessly thankfully for her upbringing as a Princess. Composure, always. Polite, delicate smiles even in the most indelicate situations. Her teal eyes perhaps twinkle a bit more, but nothing else. Instead, she nods once, digging for the familiar feel of the healing magic. Tugging on the strings of that magic, a familiar breeze rustles the grass around them, the dark mist slowly rolling over her King and concentrating in the area he’d directed her too.
 
She cannot know how it feels, but she can speculate that healing a freezer burn is anything less than pleasant. It’s not a pleasant injury in the first place. How does she know? Only from the experience of sticking her tongue to cold things at the urging of her brother when they were little. Which really, was hardly the same, but even that had been pretty miserable. A strange, burning sensation without the heat. It was almost worse than fire. Almost. Though she’d been burned a handful of times (minor burns) from her brother as well.
 
He loved her, yes. But he’d also been a source of constant pain. Though he had no others brothers to pick on, and Adelene never was one for getting her figurative dress dirty. Lyanna though? She never minded so much. Besides, she simply wanted to please Corbin. No one else paid her much mind, but he always did.
 
Slowly, the mist dies away, and she lets her concentration fade with it, no longer needing to maintain the magic. “Better?” she asks, suspecting it’s probably not completely healed, but that it should be healed well enough. Not that she’s even entirely sure. She’s only had so much experience with this magic, and it was still new enough to astound her. And new enough that she never knew just exactly how healed someone might come out to be. She was, at least, getting better with it. The first time, she’d barely healed small cuts completely. Now though, small cuts and bruises were no problem at all. Large wounds still tended to leave something behind that simply needed time – maybe that was just her lack of experience, maybe that was simply the limit of the Goddesses gift.
 
She waits for his answer, keeping an eye on him, though not particularly worried at this point. It was not a life threatening wound. Not his life anyway. Those of his potential unborn children though? Well. Probably fine too. “Do I dare ask who your opponent was?” This she says with a laugh, and it’s not a question she expects an answer to. They aren’t close, and she suspects the real answer to that question is more personal than simply a name. Though should he answer, she would listen. Mostly though, she had to tease just a little bit. 

lyanna