Broken Bone

The fracture was twisted. He had to set it. Shortly his hand slid over Molachla’s face, calming her. Then he determinedly grabbed her ankle with one hand and the knee with the other and in one quick movement stretched the cramped leg and set the bone.
Molachla cried out shortly and he felt how she pulled at his cape, to which she had held. But then it was done. With his foot he held her ankle while he put the splints in place and began to bandage the broken leg.


Tassadar watched the dark templar calmly and couldn’t help but to be impressed.
The prelate acted with such determination and skill and... Tassadar saw one of the tales which were told about the dark kin on Aiur falsified. The dark templar definitely did not kill their weakest team members or left them to die when injured. He saw in every move of the prelate how dearly he cared for his companion. And... he could have run away. He had stayed by her, though he knew he endangered his life.
Tassadar couldn’t help but to feel respect for him.


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from my fanfiction "meeting on Char"

starcraft by Blizzard