[Breathe. The words are resonant, familiar, and he exhales a breath he'd been holding subconsciously as he waited for her reply. He's still worried, of course, watching her body reform with bleak fascination, but the panic is beginning to give way for some semblance of relief. He's seen some awful injuries before, blood spilling, flesh seared, and seeing her burned and impaled had terrified him, but wounds, he could deal with. As long as they still breathed, he could deal with it. But those wounds were nothing like this. Still, she might... be okay. It's difficult to fathom, no one he knew could heal themselves from this, not without help. Yet here she is.]
I know that.
[His words are half-mumbled; it wasn't her hurting him that had him worried, but with her reassurance his free hand shifts to curl around hers, the one pressed against his chest. He focuses his magic the same way she'd done for him not so long ago and pushes it outwards and into her, trying to heal her wounds, or at least lend her some energy if she's consuming her own to mend the damage. Or perhaps she's- this light is her, made of energy, and she's consuming herself to fix it. He can't tell without her input, but that's his best guess, and if there's anything he can do to help with that, he'll do it. His gaze dances to and from each point of damage, checking for signs that his power might be interfering with hers, watching the wounds as they gradually heal.
As his eyes wander, it's hard to pull them away from that light, glimmering and contrasting against the pale visual of her skin. There's something strangely soothing about it, warm and inviting, as if trying his nerves even as fear over her injuries continues to hold on to his emotions. He kind of wants to touch it, but his concern over her condition is thankfully overruling that; it would be awkward, considering it's apparently her insides. He wonders if this is normal for her world. He has... no idea how to ask.]
I-is this supposed to happen? I've got potions, if you need more... [Or would an ether have been better? Shit, he should have brought ethers.] I don't know how to help you.
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I know that.
[His words are half-mumbled; it wasn't her hurting him that had him worried, but with her reassurance his free hand shifts to curl around hers, the one pressed against his chest. He focuses his magic the same way she'd done for him not so long ago and pushes it outwards and into her, trying to heal her wounds, or at least lend her some energy if she's consuming her own to mend the damage. Or perhaps she's- this light is her, made of energy, and she's consuming herself to fix it. He can't tell without her input, but that's his best guess, and if there's anything he can do to help with that, he'll do it. His gaze dances to and from each point of damage, checking for signs that his power might be interfering with hers, watching the wounds as they gradually heal.
As his eyes wander, it's hard to pull them away from that light, glimmering and contrasting against the pale visual of her skin. There's something strangely soothing about it, warm and inviting, as if trying his nerves even as fear over her injuries continues to hold on to his emotions. He kind of wants to touch it, but his concern over her condition is thankfully overruling that; it would be awkward, considering it's apparently her insides. He wonders if this is normal for her world. He has... no idea how to ask.]
I-is this supposed to happen? I've got potions, if you need more... [Or would an ether have been better? Shit, he should have brought ethers.] I don't know how to help you.