[ Jill is resolved to not move, because she wants nothing to separate her from Clive, not now. Either death comes for him and that separates him, or salvation in the form of something miraculous brings him back from the brink of death. Either way, she refuses to move from his side.
The sudden howl from Torgal pulls her focus, and her eyebrows raise in surprise as she feels the wave of aether that sweeps over all of them. She stares down at Clive and his injury, hoping against hope that somehow, his wound will start to heal on its own. She isn't any more skilled in the art of healing than Ardbert is, and she barely understands how aether functions, but Torgal seems to have a mastery of it, at least to the point of some sort of basic healing spell. ]
Torgal is- he's a very good boy. [ She would pat the direwolf on the head if she was not occupied with keeping her hands on Clive. ]
Are you certain? He's not going to- You can save him?
[ I should be able to save him, but instead, all I can do is destroy. ]
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The sudden howl from Torgal pulls her focus, and her eyebrows raise in surprise as she feels the wave of aether that sweeps over all of them. She stares down at Clive and his injury, hoping against hope that somehow, his wound will start to heal on its own. She isn't any more skilled in the art of healing than Ardbert is, and she barely understands how aether functions, but Torgal seems to have a mastery of it, at least to the point of some sort of basic healing spell. ]
Torgal is- he's a very good boy. [ She would pat the direwolf on the head if she was not occupied with keeping her hands on Clive. ]
Are you certain? He's not going to- You can save him?
[ I should be able to save him, but instead, all I can do is destroy. ]