I will. You're the healer. [She all but growls out the words as she murmurs the spell, over and over again. She can feel the gold on her hair, her jacket; she knows it will glitter and shine for hours on end. Not until she washes herself clean of it, all in all. It might be some hours yet.
But she still listens, and her eyes go hard, unyielding as she listens to his words, even as her lips keep moving, only finishing when she is certain that the pain is gone, the wound is closed. And yet-and yet he murmurs to her that he wished to carry the burden for her, questions her.
I am what I am. That is all she murmurs for him, her forehead touching on his own. Her hand goes to his face, once, even as he murmurs his thanks, before dropping her hand and sighs, feeling, for a moment, dizzy from all of the mana offered to his person. Enough, to make him well again.
Aisha looks like she's a warrior through and through and....Alice..oh. That is something.
Caren stands quietly back, watching Alice with a hyper awareness. A small smile on her lips. This is...truly fascinating.]
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But she still listens, and her eyes go hard, unyielding as she listens to his words, even as her lips keep moving, only finishing when she is certain that the pain is gone, the wound is closed. And yet-and yet he murmurs to her that he wished to carry the burden for her, questions her.
I am what I am. That is all she murmurs for him, her forehead touching on his own. Her hand goes to his face, once, even as he murmurs his thanks, before dropping her hand and sighs, feeling, for a moment, dizzy from all of the mana offered to his person. Enough, to make him well again.
Aisha looks like she's a warrior through and through and....Alice..oh. That is something.
Caren stands quietly back, watching Alice with a hyper awareness. A small smile on her lips. This is...truly fascinating.]