Amun healed as well, keeping the staff touching Amalia’s shoulder, watching closely as the baker’s body put itself back together. Then Deimos was there, along with a unicorn, and the General lifted the rock while the unicorn healed Amalia as well. The potter didn’t move from his spot, too weary and battered to let others who were closer to their injured friend close.
When Amalia finally spoke again, she asked for Wessex. Amun’s eyes flicked to the Wraith, but he stayed quiet. Instead, he just sat, and let the staff's magic continue flowing into the baker. [say]She needs to rest, Princess.[/say] It was probably an unnecessary warning, but the potter wasn't thinking as clearly as he normally did.
When Amalia finally spoke again, she asked for Wessex. Amun’s eyes flicked to the Wraith, but he stayed quiet. Instead, he just sat, and let the staff's magic continue flowing into the baker. [say]She needs to rest, Princess.[/say] It was probably an unnecessary warning, but the potter wasn't thinking as clearly as he normally did.
