What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Ruth wrapped his palm around the broken wrist, a distorted, stuttered flow of magic began pooling into it. Bones realigned with sound click and a sharp curse from the elf before his own gaze fell on Nairn, flashing him a harsh smirk. Didn’t expect that, eh?

The brief one up was short lived and Ruth quickly went to pull Nairn back up, wincing at the pain flaring in his hand from the swollen wrist. The two swayed in their steps towards sanctuary, though Ruth wasn’t sure they had the time as he took Nairn’s arm bringing it over his shoulder in support to keep him up.

You know… I don’t think we’re far from someone's... Head swivelling, Ruth recognised the street. Her place was on the way to the Coterie entrance - if she was in, perfect, if not - they’d only waste a few minutes. Nairn seemed stable enough to cope. Let’s see if Spiderbait is home.