[ Alkaid nods to his decision, attempting to still herself as much as able. She can feel how he nudges and directs her aether to the wound site. Her hands curl slightly into the wood underneath her and her ears flatten to her head. Teeth grit as she feels her aether force the wound back together. It will most certainly leave a scar, but, that hardly matters to her. She already has a scar on each cheek and one above her eye. What harm is there in another?
Eventually, she raises a hand to gently rest on his head. A long exhale comes from her as her shoulders sag in exhaustion. Still, a proud smile forms on her face. ]
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Eventually, she raises a hand to gently rest on his head. A long exhale comes from her as her shoulders sag in exhaustion. Still, a proud smile forms on her face. ]
You have a natural talent for healing, Alphinaud.