Alaric's heart clenched as he saw the flicker of defiance and pain in Deyran's eyes slowly give way to exhaustion. The young man’s words, though tinged with bravado, spoke volumes about his condition. Alaric nodded, his expression softening as he continued to work on the wound, his touch gentle yet firm.
Alaric continued to channel his healing magic, his hands glowing with a warm, golden light that seeped into Deyran's wound. The bleeding had slowed significantly, and the edges of the torn flesh were beginning to mend. Still, the process was taxing, both on him and his patient. He could feel the strain it was taking on Deyran’s body, and he knew that while the magic could help, the rest would be up to Deyran’s will to survive. The healer wiped the sweat from Deyran's brow with a clean cloth, his movements tender and careful.
Satisfied that the immediate danger had passed, Alaric sat back in the chair next to the bed, his eyes never leaving Deyran's face. He would stay by his side through the night, monitoring his condition and offering what comfort he could. The bustling city outside felt like a distant memory, the lively streets and busy markets replaced by the quiet, determined focus of keeping this stranger alive. He would probably need to do more healing magic, at least a bit, but for now he needed to rest and partake of a potion.
@Deyran
That’s a deal I can get behind,Alaric said quietly, his voice steady as he finished applying the healing salve.
But let’s make sure you get through this first, alright? I’m not about to let you go on me now.
Alaric continued to channel his healing magic, his hands glowing with a warm, golden light that seeped into Deyran's wound. The bleeding had slowed significantly, and the edges of the torn flesh were beginning to mend. Still, the process was taxing, both on him and his patient. He could feel the strain it was taking on Deyran’s body, and he knew that while the magic could help, the rest would be up to Deyran’s will to survive. The healer wiped the sweat from Deyran's brow with a clean cloth, his movements tender and careful.
You’ve got more fight in you than most I’ve seen,Alaric murmured, though he knew Deyran likely couldn’t hear him.
Just hang on a bit longer, and we’ll have those drinks you promised.
Satisfied that the immediate danger had passed, Alaric sat back in the chair next to the bed, his eyes never leaving Deyran's face. He would stay by his side through the night, monitoring his condition and offering what comfort he could. The bustling city outside felt like a distant memory, the lively streets and busy markets replaced by the quiet, determined focus of keeping this stranger alive. He would probably need to do more healing magic, at least a bit, but for now he needed to rest and partake of a potion.
@Deyran
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