Gasping for air, the wagon driver's consciousness flickered back, caught between the remnants of drowning and a newfound awareness. A warm glow surrounded him, emanating from Noah. With each rhythmic compression, life surged back into the driver's body. His eyes fluttered open, meeting Noah's with a mixture of confusion and gratitude, an unspoken acknowledgment of a debt owed to the intertwining of magic and mortal effort. Then his eyes moved to Raelyn and he weakly lifted a hand towards her, clear that he wanted her to take it. "t-thank you--" he struggled, but each syllable was full of gratitude.
helpless citizen
