He was too busy listening to the healer talking about Megara to pay much attention, only idly nodding and waving at the healers approaching his father to carry on. This was not Ruth’s first skirmish and while he physically waned, his magic had been bolstered by the spirits aid. He understood his fathers urge to return, but as a leader he should know when to take pause, regroup.
After his brief discussion he’d looked back to Kellam beginning to tip, the slow collapse of the man was caught in time by two healers each grabbing an arm before his head struck ground. Despite everything, Ruth struggled to move forwards caught off guard by his fathers final words. Was that the beginning of an apology? He was imagining it surely. While Danny he trusted to be treated easily, his father was a less predictable patient.
It might have seemed unkind, but Ruth had another, more important patient in his care and as his small group climbed the stairs to the inner chamber he ordered them to set his father down and leave. His wound was simple to fix, a simple cauterising and regeneration spell would see him right while a poultice and potion would take care of any further surprises.
Lingering at the Chambers doorway, he appraised his friend from a distance every few minutes taking a sip from a draft of his own making. Rum and a mana draft, though slightly counterintuitive, was needed to give him courage in approaching the casting she-elf.
After his brief discussion he’d looked back to Kellam beginning to tip, the slow collapse of the man was caught in time by two healers each grabbing an arm before his head struck ground. Despite everything, Ruth struggled to move forwards caught off guard by his fathers final words. Was that the beginning of an apology? He was imagining it surely. While Danny he trusted to be treated easily, his father was a less predictable patient.
Get him on a stretcher and follow me into the Chamber. He can be difficult and I’d rather he not disturb the other patients when he rejoins the land of the conscious.
It might have seemed unkind, but Ruth had another, more important patient in his care and as his small group climbed the stairs to the inner chamber he ordered them to set his father down and leave. His wound was simple to fix, a simple cauterising and regeneration spell would see him right while a poultice and potion would take care of any further surprises.
Lingering at the Chambers doorway, he appraised his friend from a distance every few minutes taking a sip from a draft of his own making. Rum and a mana draft, though slightly counterintuitive, was needed to give him courage in approaching the casting she-elf.
Always gotta be you, doesn't it Meg,he'd sigh to himself.
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