Tiraris was shocked back into consciousness by the pain of such a rapid healing. The energy tearing through her was amazing and terrifying. It snapped the damage back into place like a mother scolding an errant child back to attention.
She opened her eyes, shocked to find herself out from under the bed. Still laying down her eyes caught that of Windsor's mentor. She held her breath fearing the worst. The healer motioned with his eyes to the door before returning to his task.
Understanding that it was safe, Tiraris say up, hissing as her side protested the movement. Looking down she noted that she was covered in blood and her nightgown was singed as was the flesh beneath it. Her gaze moved from herself to the figure slumped beside her. "Windsor," she whispered before she could stop herself. Looking towards the door, she detected no movement. She looked him over, her hands coming up to feel for a pulse and then run through his hair. 'What have I done to you? Why have I allowed this to go on? You are not a death I was not meant to give. I will not let myself be the death of you, Dyre.' She paused as her mind called him that, her body frozen in surprise. 'Dyre. A fitting name indeed. Forgive me "dear heart" for I go to end what I started. You will not die for me.'
Gently, she leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his brow. Her face was a mask of stone as she stood and faced the other healer. Moving beside him she took a fleam from his tray of tools. Their eyes met for a moment, hers warning of what would become of him should he interfere. He nodded once.
Her strides were quiet and long as she made her way to the door. Slowly she opened the door to face the guards standing on the other side. Wood jumped to his feet, drawing his sword when he saw her standing there. Calm and resolute she slashed the blood-letting tool across his throat not even blinking as warm viscous blood sprayed out all over her. He gurgled clutching his throat and swinging the blade blindly at her. Deftly she caught his arm and used the sword in his hand to disarm Cutler as he tried to attack. She then ripped the sword out of Wood's hand and ran him through with it. He fell forward, the sword impaling him further, instantly killing him.
She turned to Cutler. "I am the assassin who killed Noble Geoffrey Bracken. I have killed one of the healers and now your friend." At the mention of the healers, Cutler looked over her shoulder and into the room. His face paled as he saw the crumpled form of Windsor covered in blood. "Go and inform the guard or join their fate." Cutler took one look at Tiraris' impassive face coat in blood and fled.
Moving to the room next door, Tiraris found her armor and weapons. Quickly she suited up, feeling more secure and comfortable at once. With her weapons all back in place and her sword once more at her side, Tiraris returned to the room she had spent the past week or so in. Her gaze fell on the unconscious Windsor. For a moment a brief flash of sorrow crossed her features before the hard mask was slammed back into place. Addressing the healer she said, "Tell him." Her throat tried to lock up on her but she cleared it and continued. "Tell him the debt that was owed has been fulfilled." She spared Windsor one last look before exiting the room and house.
On the threshold she paused to say her goodbyes. 'Fare thee well Dyre. May our paths never cross. May your life be blessed. May you find the woman who will treasure that precious heart of yours.' Outside in the darkened empty streets she weaved her way through alleys in her attempts to avoid the guards. 'I am going to miss him,' she thought as she ducked out of sight.