The white sheep of the family
Loren’s head snapped up at Wessex’s call. There was no patient currently before him, but he was loathe to leave the healer’s station. So he simply cast his eyes about until he spotted the former Queen. And with her, a battered looking body with a shock of red hair.
Melita. From here, he couldn’t see the extent of her injuries, but they looked bad. Biting his lip, he raised a hand, and a bolt of sky blue light shot from it. His healing magic flew over to the redheaded woman and sank into her wounds, targeting the worst of them, though maybe not healing them completely through some quirk of his magic or maybe just his exhaustion. Still, it should help.
Melita. From here, he couldn’t see the extent of her injuries, but they looked bad. Biting his lip, he raised a hand, and a bolt of sky blue light shot from it. His healing magic flew over to the redheaded woman and sank into her wounds, targeting the worst of them, though maybe not healing them completely through some quirk of his magic or maybe just his exhaustion. Still, it should help.
Will blood tell
