Inhale Courage, Exhale Fear

Why had he expected this time to be different than any of the others? In the space of three sentences, he had contradicted himself. I’ve got you, now, Walk away as always. Ruth couldn’t help but laugh even as chaos rained around them. “You really are just… a full blown fucking arsehole,” he sighed, returning to the task at hand. Fuck him. He’d drag Danny out of here his goddamn self if he had to.

He drew out the glyphs, palm planting over it as he closed his eye to concentrate on the layering of the two spells. Megara made this look far too fucking easy.

I don’t ask for much, but if you could just…

[color=#aaaaaa]Of course, Rut’theran. [/color]

Biting back a snide remark the healer sank into commune with the spirit of compassion. A sense of calm replaced the building hopelessness he felt with Danny’s condition. The spirits power mingled, interwove itself with his effortlessly and the dual cast of shield and ward of regeneration expanded around the trio. Ruth heard his father become injured but until the shield and glyph took effect he remained with Danny.

Returning both hands to his patient the healer took a deep breath to steady himself, “I don’t hear much complaint so… you’ll live, I’m assuming?”