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As Korbin finally took Loren's hand, he sent a pulse of healing magic through the hunter. Hopefully the physical contact would help. Glancing around for any sign of more cannibals, the healer pressed his lips together at the tone of the other man's voice. "Come on." The Launceleyn wasn't at his best, but he managed to tug Korbin a bit. Assuming the hunter followed, Loren would continue pulling them along until they were what he hoped was a safe distance away. Eventually the healer's mind started working with some sense of coherency, and he compelled some animals to search for a suitable place to hide for a bit. Remembering the cut on his chest suddenly, he blinked down at it and healed it belatedly. He looked behind him, dismayed to realize that he'd left droplets of his blood behind him. Breathe. He had to remind himself to keep breathing. LOREN Not quite an open book