Everyone but Ronin, Jigano could not help but think, but the truth was too confusing in that moment to consider beyond the need to keep Amalia stable, using his power alongside the staff Amun wielded and Zuriel's horn to knit muscle and organs, rebuilding veins and arteries and stitching skin as seconds ticked by and Deimos shifted the rock that bound the Shield's legs. He gave his magic to her unstintingly, his hands hot with the energies that swirled in golden chords from his soul to her body as the work of the three healers melded together to soothe and renew what had been shattered and broken.
She shifted, reaching for her lover, and Jigano simply shifted with her, slipping an arm behind her shoulders to support her without breaking the concentration of his magic. He bared his teeth at her gasp, frustration at his own inability to fix what was broken faster warring with the ache of fear in his chest that she had been hurt so badly. Her legs were a mess, but now that the rock was off of them the magic could pull them back together, mending bone and muscle--
Her words stole his breath and he glanced frantically to Zuriel and then back to Amun, his previous annoyance at the man forgotten in the moment as they strove in concert. "Why isn't it working?" He asked, feeling the magic flowing from him, seeing the results of their efforts, but feeling hollow despair at Amalia's whisper. Not enough. "Amun, is there magic left in the staff?"
She shifted, reaching for her lover, and Jigano simply shifted with her, slipping an arm behind her shoulders to support her without breaking the concentration of his magic. He bared his teeth at her gasp, frustration at his own inability to fix what was broken faster warring with the ache of fear in his chest that she had been hurt so badly. Her legs were a mess, but now that the rock was off of them the magic could pull them back together, mending bone and muscle--
Her words stole his breath and he glanced frantically to Zuriel and then back to Amun, his previous annoyance at the man forgotten in the moment as they strove in concert. "Why isn't it working?" He asked, feeling the magic flowing from him, seeing the results of their efforts, but feeling hollow despair at Amalia's whisper. Not enough. "Amun, is there magic left in the staff?"
