Ruth flashed her a wide grin, “Most definitely, but I am far more gorgeous.” Never one to miss a beat, the elf got to work. “Let’s not bring up wee Wilhelmina when we’re knee-deep in whatever mess you’ve gotten us into.” Yes he’d blame her for him being there to save her hind. And as that intrusive thought ran across his mind, Ruth allowed himself a quick appreciation of said rear, brow arching momentarily before returning his complete focus on her wounds.
The regenerative energy doubled the dwarf’s healing time, while his other moved to her side, tutting to himself in the meantime. As hardy and thick skinned the stout folk were, it was usually their stubbornness in seeking treatment that killed them. “Gonna need a closer look later, but try not to ruin my good work for the next five minutes.”
The barrier would hold long enough for him to wrap up the immediate concerns, there would be time later to properly assess and treat her, when there wasn’t a arrogant son of a bitch reigning fire down on them and fucking creepy crawlies as big as gods baring their fangs at them. He ducked out of the way of the fireball. Was the fool trying to take down the ceiling? Lifting his head, Ruth laughed, “Don’t threaten me with a good time Dora, what would Willie say?” he’d quip back, eyeing the scuttling eight-legged beasties with revulsion, “Fuck off, if I get covered in spider guts you’re the one paying the next tavern bill. Or we can share a bath, either’s appealing, honestly.”
He wasn’t the combative sort with his magic, erring on defensive schools instead, yet in his time wandering on his own it proved to have one or two. His fingers began weaving balls of swirling frost into his palms as Dora readied her crossbow and firing off a few shots. She really had it in for this fucker and Ruth happily let her take care of the fool who'd decided to try and kill her. Foolish bastard. He’d turn towards the swarm of spiders making their way towards the pair, and splaying his palms forward, cast a ray of ice to encase and subdue as many caught up in its area.
“Not the hair! It’s my best feature!”
The regenerative energy doubled the dwarf’s healing time, while his other moved to her side, tutting to himself in the meantime. As hardy and thick skinned the stout folk were, it was usually their stubbornness in seeking treatment that killed them. “Gonna need a closer look later, but try not to ruin my good work for the next five minutes.”
The barrier would hold long enough for him to wrap up the immediate concerns, there would be time later to properly assess and treat her, when there wasn’t a arrogant son of a bitch reigning fire down on them and fucking creepy crawlies as big as gods baring their fangs at them. He ducked out of the way of the fireball. Was the fool trying to take down the ceiling? Lifting his head, Ruth laughed, “Don’t threaten me with a good time Dora, what would Willie say?” he’d quip back, eyeing the scuttling eight-legged beasties with revulsion, “Fuck off, if I get covered in spider guts you’re the one paying the next tavern bill. Or we can share a bath, either’s appealing, honestly.”
He wasn’t the combative sort with his magic, erring on defensive schools instead, yet in his time wandering on his own it proved to have one or two. His fingers began weaving balls of swirling frost into his palms as Dora readied her crossbow and firing off a few shots. She really had it in for this fucker and Ruth happily let her take care of the fool who'd decided to try and kill her. Foolish bastard. He’d turn towards the swarm of spiders making their way towards the pair, and splaying his palms forward, cast a ray of ice to encase and subdue as many caught up in its area.
“Not the hair! It’s my best feature!”
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