There was an unwritten list of rules for a healer during warfare. One was that they kept their magic reserved, rationed to triage and stabilising their patients to be moved, not concentrating on a single life, but many. Decisions had to be made. Difficult ones. No matter how many years he had spent amongst close calls and skirmishes between his time serving mercenaries and the Inquisition, Arlathan was worse than any. The clashes between the Inquisition and Coryphaeus's forces was child's play compared to the assault here.
Twice, he tried to scramble across on his belly towards Danny, but each time the spells effects or the magic raining down would have him scooting back behind his cover. Ruth seethed, eyes still trying to find another way to the other elf, but with each desperate sweep hope dwindled. And as if by some miracle a shadow passed over his face and the glittering shield blooming into life causing him to give out a sigh of relief.
The voice though caught him off guard, stunned into staggering up to his feet as he looked Kellam up and down. Uncertainty filled his brow, mouth opening to begin and then reality quickly came to sober him. “Fath-" the word almost foreign to him and Ruth couldn't help but correct himself, "Keeper Yoesif." was that concern? No, surely. "Um, I’m fine… thanks,” but the fucking artificer? “Danny!” Blue eyes widened, concern rippling heavy in his voice, Ruth moving to search for the already injured friend, “Danny!?” nothing. Ruth darted over, aiming to turn the elf’s slumped form against the gravel. “You’re not allowed to check out, you stupid…” his voice ran silent when he felt his hands slip, drawing it back to find it slick with blood. “... Gods damn it. I need to check this wound.”
Twice, he tried to scramble across on his belly towards Danny, but each time the spells effects or the magic raining down would have him scooting back behind his cover. Ruth seethed, eyes still trying to find another way to the other elf, but with each desperate sweep hope dwindled. And as if by some miracle a shadow passed over his face and the glittering shield blooming into life causing him to give out a sigh of relief.
The voice though caught him off guard, stunned into staggering up to his feet as he looked Kellam up and down. Uncertainty filled his brow, mouth opening to begin and then reality quickly came to sober him. “Fath-" the word almost foreign to him and Ruth couldn't help but correct himself, "Keeper Yoesif." was that concern? No, surely. "Um, I’m fine… thanks,” but the fucking artificer? “Danny!” Blue eyes widened, concern rippling heavy in his voice, Ruth moving to search for the already injured friend, “Danny!?” nothing. Ruth darted over, aiming to turn the elf’s slumped form against the gravel. “You’re not allowed to check out, you stupid…” his voice ran silent when he felt his hands slip, drawing it back to find it slick with blood. “... Gods damn it. I need to check this wound.”
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