Castle Schere

Home of The New Order of Beowulf and those under its protection. Similar to the Lost Academia in the respect that it intersects with Earth as a Secondary Domain, but is not truly a part of it.

Ashes from Ashes
While treatment for the children would be considered relatively minor, Inga had suffered tremendous damage to throat, heavy bruising across her entire body, and the most extensive injury to prove the most difficult if not impossible to fully heal is her crushed womb, and her shattered pelvic region in general, parts of her thighs and lower spine are severely damaged as well, with the pelvis almost completely shattered like glass. Due to the extents of these injuries, she has yet to wake.

"This one will take awhile to heal, even with the best of chirurgeons."

"Awhile or slow by your own standards?"

"Both. The best bet would be either to terminate her or methodically remove and and replace that which is destroyed."

"If the High Inquisitor deigned this person, regardless of their black stained history, worth saving, then we cannot terminate them."

"True enough, but this level of damage is..."

"Oh come off it. It just means a tad bit more work on your part, maybe an extra dollop of effort, but you can do it while we get the other preparations ready."

"Indeed, you've seen worse and dealt with it in kind. There is little need to get worked up over this when you've successfully restored near dead mounds of flesh to proper condition."

"Yes, I get it. If you would leave my space while I begin my work, that would be most helpful."

One of the children is noticed pressed up against her mother's side, despite having originally been kept in another room entirely, it is also noted to be slightly different from the others, while most of the hair is pink, the hair growing from the back of the head is distinctly golden blonde. However everything else, except for her tiny size compared to her sister and two brothers, is the same, including the distinct pink eyes of the family.

The child seems to unusually focus directly on the two speaking and squeezes herself tight against her mother, seemingly wanting to be left with her.

"Hm, a little one..."

"From your tone, you don't seem to mind them being here."

"In the room, no, but against the patient is a different matter entirely."

"You aren't moving to remove them?"

"I'd imagine that this particular child understands that they need to move, else nothing good will come of it."

"And why is that?"

"You learn these things when you do this on a day to day basis."

The child seems to slowly inch away from her mother, pausing when it reaches the edge of the bed.

"Further and I can begin my work."

"Any further and they'll be on the ground."

"No, there is a cradle programmed for such cases here."

"Ah. We'll be on our way then."

The child seems to stare intently at the drop, before seemingly appearing on the floor as if she was always there.

"Tsk, the cradle would have been more sanitary, but if that is your desire, so be it."

Various liquids begin to float around the room, some combining into solids, others rapidly evaporating.

"This should be enough."

The child makes its way to said cradle after a time and rests with its brethren, exhausted. Nearby Inga is a large bound tome which seems to glow with green runes, which seems to glow aggressively if disturbed, but has bothered none who have left their curiosity in their proper place. It keeps itself well away from anyone besides Inga.