"But you didn't," he concludes, dismissing his companion's belated realization with the same quiet yet resolute tone as before. If Barnaby realizes the reckless nature of his actions, he needs to do so before he nearly gets himself dissipated or worse, not after the fact.
Between the looming threat of the dragon rampaging in the sky above them and the possibility of nearby Pleroma coming upon the scene and using Barnaby's injury to their advantage, now's not the time to chew him out. J's focus shifts to what is immediately vital, and settles on abiding with Emet-Selch's wise advice. He needs to get Barnaby away from a scene that likely drew plenty of unwanted attention and ensure he makes it behind the fortified walls of the Citadel. With plenty of soldiers nearby, J makes use of having a few worker bees at his disposal to dictate orders at.
"You two, hurry back and deliver a message that there's a wounded Aion on their way," he instructs a pair of youthful soldiers that still look eager to take action in comparison to those who are a bit more seasoned. Better to give them a task to expend some of their restless energy on, so they too don't end up like Barnaby and rush headlong into danger.
"And If you can find someone skilled in the art of healing, instruct them to head to Barnaby's room. Tell them to bring anything they might use to alleviate pain and address his other wounds." While J entrusts that Emet-Selch will make good on his word to return to finish his work, there's no need for unnecessary suffering. "We cannot expect our dear healer to personally attend to everything."
Their proximity to the Citadel makes for good luck, when several soldiers come by with something like an archaic stretcher. Dated as most technological advancements here are, it's not made of metal and plastic like the modern sort, but composed of two long wooden poles, with thick burlap-type fabric hanging between them. It should support a man's weight with enough give that makes the transport more comfortable than lying on a hard plank.
With one soldier holding the poles at either end, their companions start loading Barnaby onto it. J can't know if there are any stipulations to Emet-Selch's healing, and if there are ways to accidentally break his spell by abrading or disturbing it. So he instructs them to pick Barnaby up with as much care as they can manage, while making efficient work of the process, "Careful, don't jostle him any more than necessary."
"If you've got him secured, hurry up and go. I'll take up the rear and cover you," he adds with a flick of his hand, sending the well-trained soldiers to immediately set off towards the Citadel.
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Between the looming threat of the dragon rampaging in the sky above them and the possibility of nearby Pleroma coming upon the scene and using Barnaby's injury to their advantage, now's not the time to chew him out. J's focus shifts to what is immediately vital, and settles on abiding with Emet-Selch's wise advice. He needs to get Barnaby away from a scene that likely drew plenty of unwanted attention and ensure he makes it behind the fortified walls of the Citadel. With plenty of soldiers nearby, J makes use of having a few worker bees at his disposal to dictate orders at.
"You two, hurry back and deliver a message that there's a wounded Aion on their way," he instructs a pair of youthful soldiers that still look eager to take action in comparison to those who are a bit more seasoned. Better to give them a task to expend some of their restless energy on, so they too don't end up like Barnaby and rush headlong into danger.
"And If you can find someone skilled in the art of healing, instruct them to head to Barnaby's room. Tell them to bring anything they might use to alleviate pain and address his other wounds." While J entrusts that Emet-Selch will make good on his word to return to finish his work, there's no need for unnecessary suffering. "We cannot expect our dear healer to personally attend to everything."
Their proximity to the Citadel makes for good luck, when several soldiers come by with something like an archaic stretcher. Dated as most technological advancements here are, it's not made of metal and plastic like the modern sort, but composed of two long wooden poles, with thick burlap-type fabric hanging between them. It should support a man's weight with enough give that makes the transport more comfortable than lying on a hard plank.
With one soldier holding the poles at either end, their companions start loading Barnaby onto it. J can't know if there are any stipulations to Emet-Selch's healing, and if there are ways to accidentally break his spell by abrading or disturbing it. So he instructs them to pick Barnaby up with as much care as they can manage, while making efficient work of the process, "Careful, don't jostle him any more than necessary."
"If you've got him secured, hurry up and go. I'll take up the rear and cover you," he adds with a flick of his hand, sending the well-trained soldiers to immediately set off towards the Citadel.