[He has absolutely sensed the shift in her aether. True, he may not know what has happened to have it shifting so dramatically - he knows the lingering effects of the light she had once absorbed are largely in check here - but now is also not the time to wonder. For that light to again have come to the forefront - and so strongly - something is wrong. Deeply so, and will require urgent attention in order to not get worse.
He arrives bare moments after she's finished speaking, a swirling portal of darkness delivering him to her side without so much as the slightest care for whether or not anyone else is with her, nor what they might think of his method of arrival if there is. And once he does, it takes no more than the briefest of glances to figure out why the light has come so suddenly.
(The injury will also want for healing, but it is not the first priority. Ensuring the aetherial imbalance doesn't get worse is.)
It's the work of moment to create something for her to eat - meat and vegetables wrapped up in dough to create something not unlike a miniature pasty - and he steps up to Era's side without a second thought for how Regis is likely taking any of this.]
Here. No doubt you will be hungry.
[He offers his Created pasty to Era at that, and it's only once he's sure that she's taken it that he turns to inspect the injury more closely before dipping yet again into the wellspring of his aether and letting a gentle healing spell envelop where her horn has been sheared off. He may not be able to regrow the lost horn, true. But he can at least stem the bleeding.]
One of the worms, I take it?
[This latter is intended to be addressed to Regis, though the only real difference is in the tone of his voice given that he keeps his eyes focused on his spellcraft.]
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He arrives bare moments after she's finished speaking, a swirling portal of darkness delivering him to her side without so much as the slightest care for whether or not anyone else is with her, nor what they might think of his method of arrival if there is. And once he does, it takes no more than the briefest of glances to figure out why the light has come so suddenly.
(The injury will also want for healing, but it is not the first priority. Ensuring the aetherial imbalance doesn't get worse is.)
It's the work of moment to create something for her to eat - meat and vegetables wrapped up in dough to create something not unlike a miniature pasty - and he steps up to Era's side without a second thought for how Regis is likely taking any of this.]
Here. No doubt you will be hungry.
[He offers his Created pasty to Era at that, and it's only once he's sure that she's taken it that he turns to inspect the injury more closely before dipping yet again into the wellspring of his aether and letting a gentle healing spell envelop where her horn has been sheared off. He may not be able to regrow the lost horn, true. But he can at least stem the bleeding.]
One of the worms, I take it?
[This latter is intended to be addressed to Regis, though the only real difference is in the tone of his voice given that he keeps his eyes focused on his spellcraft.]