[PLOT] [Investigation] [Candidates] Don't Forget Us!

[Windra]

The body. As if the woman hadn't been standing and kneading dough just a moment ago ... Mukadi levelled her eyes at Nayru, staring with the blank obliviousness of a candidate who didn't know any better. On the inside, she was grinding her teeth. Nayru was a cold, calculating woman. There didn't seem to be an empathic bone in her body.

"She can't be gone that quick," she stammered, allowing her limbs to shudder as though she were utterly rattled. Nayru was commanding them to stay behind to get checked out by the healers. As if Mukadi was going to leave over something like this! This was a mystery to be solved, after all. "You've already poked and prodded at her," she told Miguel while leaning in. Her fingers traced the muscle of Larcuh's neck until she pressed on the spot where an artery should be throbbing against her digits. Ultimately it was still, not even jumping with Miguel's hits. But really he was doing very little aside slapping her chest like a flailing fish. "Might as well keep at it. If she's got something on her, you're already tainted. Let's keep trying to resuscitate her. Piper tells me there's a healer on the way."

Indeed, the garnet's voice could be heard screeching down the hall ...

Mukadi essentially shooed Miguel to move over to the head. She really, really wanted to inspect the pantry ... and the flour ... and everything suspicious. But the sentiment she'd pinned on Miguel related to her, as well. If she were tainted, might as well do everything in her power to make this corpse come back from the dead.

Unless they were really beating on a dead body. In which case she would be pissed at the lost opportunity.

She still had her scarf wrapped about her hands. She used it to wipe the murk off Larcuh's lips before positioning over her torso, keeping the cloth wrapped around as she lay on the woman's ribcage with strong, repetitive thrusts.

"Maybe stop flapping about and give her some breaths? You've gotta ... tip her head up. Chin up, I mean." She was no healer, but she assumed cardiopulmonary healing was meant to be common sense?