both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

Well, was it? Alexander couldn't help but give off a sardonic chuckle. Even he knew that she was giving it her best to be polite. "Well if I look well even after all this, I must be one of the Hyrulean knockouts." If it weren't for the blood, some people might even assume that he might have been hung over or something. "From what I can tell the battles don't really seem to have marred your beauty at least." He chuckled. He wasn't really sure if that was meant in jest or what. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, could probably give Zelda a run if she wanted, but it was a critical situation and he was making the best of it.

But from what he had recalled, she had taken a nasty kick from Morrigan and she was practically limping out of the throne room. She didn't any look any worse from that, maybe a bit more worn down from dealing with the dragon, but it seems no one hurt her. That was good. "But I am, at least as best as I can." He looked in the direction of Zelda's room. "I'm no surgeon, and I think the one in the capital may have gotten killed, but at least I can do some field work, stabilize or buy time." He'd have to look more into medicine, he'd heard doctor was a great profession that could keep you well fed if you bothered to actually look after the others.

She must have been here for her ribs though. He hoped the damage wasn't too bad. On the bright side, there wouldn't be any stitches or anything, not that he figured. He turned back to his room, opening his arm to welcome her inside. She would be one of the easier ones, he figured, as he stepped back inside. The room inside probably seemed a bit... grisly, somewhat. Blood stains, more blood, used utensils and such lying all over. When you were just one man, it was a bit hard to keep it all organized. "Well then, Lady Rozengale, I'm guessing you're here for that nasty kick you took to your chest? To be honest, I'm amazed you're still walking after that. There was far more force in the blow a girl of her size should have been capable of." He figured it would've gone away with her return to the mortal coil, but that'd been a bad call. He'd been making a lot of those lately.

both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

It seemed that she was wavering between whether or not she should take that to heart. That was kind of funny in its own way to him, at least right now. Sleep deprived, physically exhausted, and dealing with way more trauma from others than he was used to. Well, it had a tendency to warp some people to some extent. But her genuine thanks over what he was doing was able to touch him at least. Alex gave a weary smile at her thanks, and it was clear that he hadn't really been getting a lot of them, if any at all. It was just one two three and onto the next one. Save them if he could, deal with the fallout if he couldn't. The simple truth was that no, he wasn't able to save all of them, nor was he able to get away with minor treatments. The knights did their best to keep him from viewing the worst, but amputations were never fun.

Closing the door behind them, he waved her over near the table. He'd done his best to keep it wiped down, but in the end, some specks were going to stain the woodwork, it was just inevitable. Still, he'd heard her remark about what kind of Hylian Knight that would make her and quickly interjected "A smart one." He could understand the drive to do something after being effectively humiliated, truly, he could. But if she pushed herself, she would reach her limit and things would go horribly wrong. It would almost certainly be at the moment she was being counted on, and others would suffer for her eagerness, but even she seemed to realize that. Instead, she was going to try and rest... at least until they could get some fairies. Where in the world were they gathering that they couldn't help?

At least the next part might result in a laugh or two for him, depending on what Lady Rozengale was like. They never had a chance to talk, that would have to be remedied. A pity that Morrigan made it so it couldn't be on more cheery terms. "So where specifically are you feeling the pain?" He asked, trying to single out which ribs had been cracked for a moment before he simply looked at her, "Take off your tunic." He said, with an expectant look that she would comply. Really all her cracked ribs would need would be a splint and some bandages, just something to keep her from moving and twisting too much. She would definitely be one of his easier patients.

both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

Alex let her disrobe before nodding at the bruise. Right. Before he was going to check but if it was already that bruised, then there was no need for that, comments about modesty aside. Damn right the medical field wasn't exactly known for its modesty. It wasn't also known for the sights that one might have expected to see. Oh sure, the idea of seeing a pretty girl without much on sounded great on paper, but once you factored in that there was usually some injury to take care of, it tended to lose its appeal, and you wound up focusing on something else entirely. It was most definitely not a welcome path for perverts. "Well, if we adhered to modesty, we'd lose a good chunk of patients." And aside from a few people with skewed priorities, most were willing to forsake the modesty in the name of not dying.

But no, it wasn't, Zelda was proof of that. He felt bad about treating her, somewhat. It must have been a humiliating experience for her, but there was nothing else to do for it. If he hadn't treated her, she would be dead right now. He'd at least bought her some time. Still, he ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath. "But not strenuous for you, no. You just need to stay still." Nope, his was going to be the rough one, considering that the splint he had to make would take no small amount of dexterity. It would also take time; Seyka was going to be here for a while.

Moving over to a table on the side, Alex grabbed a quill and dipped it into an inkwell. From there, he took a long piece of wood and moved back to Seyka. Lining it up and pressing it gently against her stomach, he was silently thankful for how toned she kept it. It made measurements much easier as he made two little markings on the wood with the quill. With what he needed, he went back to the table and began to soak some bandages in cold water. "What else have you been doing in the meantime? Nothing too strenuous I would hope?" Right now the worst thing she could do would be to keep using it. Until she healed, she was going to be down for a little while, but it was nothing permanent.

both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

He took a moment to check on the bandages, just to make sure that they were well and truly soaked. Taking some string, Alex began to string together medium sized rods of wood. Thin, but a six inches in length. "Good, good." He remarked, hoping that she was telling the truth. It would be a shame to find out that she was lying and pushing herself. He continued to string together the various rods of wood. This would make the splint. All that needed to be done was to make sure it was applied and fastened properly, and it should limit her movement enough to make sure it healed.

With that finished, he took the bandage out of the water and twisted it to wring out any water. He didn't need it completely wet, he just needed it damp enough to stick for a bit, and cold enough to help with the bruising. "The biggest problem is the Princess has sadly given the Lightbringer some vindication." He remarked, wrapping the cold, wet bandage around Seyka's lower torso. Reaching over, he grabbed the splint he had made, "Fleeing from Ordon did not endear her to many. Only the nobility understood it." Before partially sticking the rods in the bandage to cover her rib cage. One more layer of dry bandages would need to be applied but uh...

Well, it'd been one thing when Zelda was on the verge of death, but Seyka wasn't. Scratching his cheek, he moved back to the table and grabbed a roll of dried bandaged, handing them to her and walking behind her, keeping his back to her. "You're going to have to take that top off and wrap your chest. I don't think you need me for that part." He remarked, keeping his back to her. Huh, it was weird that she was able to get this reaction. Odd. Crossing his arms, he figured he'd move it on to something less awkward between the two of them. "So what's your family like? Sounds like you've got some roots anyway." For one, he was curious about that green hair.

both were silent.

there were ways for kicking and screaming.

As he listened to her tale, things started to make sense. Specifically the green hair. Green hair wasn't impossible for Hylians, he'd seen a couple with it here and there, but it was definitely a rarity. But her explanation seemed to go with the obvious answer. "You got Kokiri blood." He'd seen like, maybe one or two of them in his life, but he never really traveled to their borders. He wouldn't call them territorial, but they were an isolated people who simply preferred to be left alone. He'd heard stories though. They were one of those rare people that valued home above gold, and for it, their world was a merry place. Perhaps one day he'd have to break that routine of his and actually see if it was true.

Really, he seemed far more interesting in her genealogy than her thoughts on the Lightbringer and diplomacy. She'd found someone she could gush with this about, she was trapped. "I can't really claim generations of service to the Royal Family. I've heard whispers I may be knighted for what happened, and I'd be the first in my family. Can't imagine the remaining knights will take a human getting in well." And that's if it was just him. He'd heard the rumors that Ashei might be getting in too, about goddamn time for her, though he'd known how much of a ruckus her father getting in caused. Really, all of House Vitalis tended to be a controversial house when it came to the actual knighting.

Now Vitalis would just be controversial for something else. Fun!

He still kept his back turned to her, but continued to talk. He refrained from tapping his foot like an urge was coming on as a silent way to tell her to hurry it up. He kept it down though, she was wrapping her own bandages, it would surely take time. "It must be nice to have something that can be verified. Green hair's common with the Kokiri, but really only found in Hylians with the blood of the forest in their veins." He wondered just how many of those existed. Perhaps it was like having fairy blood or something. Something to be proud of maybe? "My father used to tell me that our family had Dragonsblood, said it accounted for our golden eyes and 'good looks.' I can't speak for the golden eyes but if you ever saw my father then you'd know the Dragonsblood thing was a crock of shit." He let out a chuckle. There were times where he missed his family, but his parents had gone peacefully and were in a better place. He'd made peace with it.