[Idiot, he wants to say. It's on his lips and he's cursing himself a little bit for it, dragging the cloak off his shoulders and draping it over her body. There's something wrong with her throat, something that goes deeper than the wound itself. If she can't even make a sound it means there's damage that he can't repair.
Worse than Guy's injury just the other day, then. What the hell are the Malnosso doing out there?
No time for deliberating the issue now; if he can't heal her completely, he can at least seal the wound enough to take her home. Tear can do the rest, she's a much more advanced healer than he is. He lifts a hand to her neck, the soft light of his 7th fonons flickering into view, winding gently around the wound. Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding. Heal. Heal her...
He hates this- seeing her in this state. It takes every ounce of his concentration to focus on healing, healing and not the destruction he'd love to rain down on his enemies by what he sees. Damn them to hell.
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Worse than Guy's injury just the other day, then. What the hell are the Malnosso doing out there?
No time for deliberating the issue now; if he can't heal her completely, he can at least seal the wound enough to take her home. Tear can do the rest, she's a much more advanced healer than he is. He lifts a hand to her neck, the soft light of his 7th fonons flickering into view, winding gently around the wound. Stop bleeding. Stop bleeding. Heal. Heal her...
He hates this- seeing her in this state. It takes every ounce of his concentration to focus on healing, healing and not the destruction he'd love to rain down on his enemies by what he sees. Damn them to hell.
It shouldn't have been her.]