[ Adra's got one hand clamped down on Gil's shoulder; he's using his free hand to keep casting, keep the barriers up and fortified. When he watches--and feels, through the force reverberating through Gilgamesh's body at the blow--the talon strike, he cringes in worry and dismay. Hissing a Thalassian curse, his hands glow with holy power as he stares down the livid wound, as though its very presence offends him.
The spell runs right from Gil's spine on down to his torn up leg, encasing him briefly in a bright, golden glow. Regenerative power flows hot and soothing in his veins, causing the shredded skin to mend itself, the tissue reforming as though it were never broken in the first place.
No one will suffer for long under his watch, Adra vows.
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The spell runs right from Gil's spine on down to his torn up leg, encasing him briefly in a bright, golden glow. Regenerative power flows hot and soothing in his veins, causing the shredded skin to mend itself, the tissue reforming as though it were never broken in the first place.
No one will suffer for long under his watch, Adra vows.
(Except the dragon, regrettably.) ]