Single post in Chronicles of Gaia (RP)

Returning to one of the corridors after making a detour for a glass of water, Ama did eventually find the goat again, the first thing she noticed was how the boring white now had a rather large splodge of brown-red on the wall, scowling, she found that he had indeed, not moved from his position, the object hovering just outside of his chest was dimly flickering and had several fractures, dust was on his lap, and he was, quite clearly, out cold. Kneeling, and carefully placing her glass somewhere clean of the goat's clearly furious battle with the wall, she felt for a pulse and was quite relieved to feel the hear beating away with regular fervour, *Ok then, so your life is linked directly to this, your body functions are more autonomous then usual and will likely cease only if this fully shatters... Well, time to get you patched up...* grasping the bandage roll and starting to get on with the work, it was sloppy and far, FAR from skilled in the field, but after a solid thirty minutes, she'd managed to get him cleaned off and tidied, the next part was something she was unsure of whether to do or not, especially given the aura she could feel coming from the object floating just outside his chest, it wasn't death in the traditional sense, no, he'd make it just fine, it just gave her an odd feeling, like being around someones bedside table with another, and the feeling in the room, never coming from the person itself.