Well then. Apparently trying to be gentle wasn't going to cut it this time. Not that it had worked the last time either...
On the one hand, being able to work on his wounds in complete silence and without any resistance on his part would certainly make the job easier, but Katarina wasn't entirely comfortable with it. At least when he was screaming at her, she was getting some form of feedback. As it was, all she could do was try her best and hope she was doing the right thing. She worked quickly, hoping to get it all over and done with before he woke up and started yelling again. After pushing some bone fragments back into what she hoped were the right places, applying the salve, and finally wrapping up his arm, she scooted back a bit to observe her handiwork.
Silently, she contemplated trying out her healing again- it wasn't like he could object to it at this point, after all- but when she attempted to conjure up the magical energy required to do so, her heart sank as a suspicion she'd had ever since leaving the ward was confirmed. Try as she might, she couldn't get the magic to start flowing again. The healers that had treated her had warned her that her magic could behave in... erratic ways as she recovered, but to have it stop working entirely was another story. What if it never came back?! They'd eventually have to send her back home, and...
Well, she really didn't want to go back home.
Still, though, she couldn't just leave him here all by himself. There wasn't much more she could do for him in terms of healing at this point, but she could at least try to make him a little more comfortable... right?
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It wasn't long before Katarina came bounding back into the room this time around, this time carrying a blanket she'd retrieved from gods-know-where. She carefully draped it over him and, after a small bout of anxious fidgeting, she took a seat next to him and dug around in her bag for the book she'd been struggling with the day before. Might as well try to get something productive done while she kept an eye on him, she figured. She must have severely underestimated just how exhausted recent events had left her, however, because it was only a matter of minutes before she drifted out of consciousness herself, her head resting gently against Tighearnán's good arm.