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15 Ingrid & Byrne

Warning: Minor gore

_Ingrid & Byrne_

Byrne stumbled out of the burning inn just as it started to creak and moan. No doubt it would collapse soon, so it was good that the man could get Nyka out in time. However, it would have been better to have completely stopped Nyka from even entering the place. Though he did try, he felt like he hadn't tried hard enough and now the boy was injured.

He had held the kid back, and was going to pick him up and take him farther from the building but he wasn't able to hold on to the boy for long. He wasn't used to this kind of thing. He may have said he believed there was some magic in the world but that had in no way prepared him to be thrown back by an invisible force. The impact on the ground had knocked the air out of him momentarily, and he had seen stars. It was only the boy's voice from inside the burning building, calling out for his grandmother, that had spurred him on to get up.

When he had reached Nyka, he had instantly hoped he had gotten there sooner. Byrne felt responsible for this. Nyka had been severely burned up his left arm and the left side of his chest- and it was a bad burn. This kind of burn would leave a scar on the boy for the rest of his life- and it was Byrne's fault. He felt the responsibility heavy, he should have never let this happen- magic be damned.

Ingrid had only worried over Nyka, when the boy was brought out and laid before them, unconscious. He was covered in ash and soot, even his burns were and this meant he required immediate medical attention. If the wounds festered, the boy would surely die. That thought had scared Ingrid most of all. For all her nagging and complaining about the boy, she felt very strongly for him. She had watched him grow for six years after all.

When Byrne started panicking, and saying this was all his fault, Ingrid had wanted to blame him too. She had wanted to blame someone for this mess but she knew it was not his fault. The young man had most definitely not had started the fire, and he had not willingly let Nyka run into the fire. No, there was someone to blame, but it was not him.

"Byrne," She had broken him out of his panic with a strict tone,

"Yes?" Byrne had asked her in return, holding his burnt hands close to himself as he looked from the burning building, to Nyka, and then finally to meet Ingrid's hard gaze.

"I don't have many coins on me after shopping, and anything to do for these burns was inside. If yew have any money on ye at all, I need ya to rush and buy it now," She informed him critically.

"Aye, I do. What do you need?"

"I need bandages- lots of it, and buy lots of honey and grease. I need water to wash off these wounds- I am afraid to leave him though," She admitted that last part in a conflicted manner.

"Can you carry him?" Byrne asked now.

"Aye, I think- but not well, I may hurt him in this state," She motioned to his limp body.

"Then I will carry him to a stream to wash him, Byrne informed, starting to dig around in his pockets, "I will give you all the coin I have on me, and you can meet me there,"

Ingrid gave him a nod, moving to stand. "Be careful, and do not wet him for long, the water makes the burns boil. Rince the ash from him quickly."

"You are a smart woman, Ingrid," Byrne pointed out as he lifted Nyka careful of his burnt side.

Ingrid merely shook her head. "Ira only taught me to read and lent me some books," She admitted.

Byrne raised his brows. "Ira only instructed my manners," he said with a small smile, trying to find some good out of this, but it was hard.