Rillian nodded at the man's directive, hesitant to trust him with the wild look in his eye, but she didn't have much choice if she wanted to help the injured man live. She placed her palms on the man's shoulders, infusing her magic into his skin. Once freed, it roved beneath the surface of the man's flesh, seeking out imperfections to make whole, bleeding to seal and bruising to abate. In her own world, she may have been able to heal the man on her own, but here, her magic could at least do this much to ease some of his pain.
She turned at the sound of a weak voice. Rillian's hazel eyes shone gold with the light coming from her hands.
"As the Master Healer said, it is best if you are quiet, my friend," she said, her voice warm and soothing like hot tea and honey. She hoped that the man would not be frightened or panicked by the pain and the strangeness of his surroundings. Her magic's bright white color dimmed to a soft gold as she also attempted to calm his mind, a trick that had been second nature in Eng'ahli, but here it felt like forcing her magic through a clogged drain, watching it drip small droplets at a time where it had once flowed freely.
She turned at the sound of a weak voice. Rillian's hazel eyes shone gold with the light coming from her hands.
"As the Master Healer said, it is best if you are quiet, my friend," she said, her voice warm and soothing like hot tea and honey. She hoped that the man would not be frightened or panicked by the pain and the strangeness of his surroundings. Her magic's bright white color dimmed to a soft gold as she also attempted to calm his mind, a trick that had been second nature in Eng'ahli, but here it felt like forcing her magic through a clogged drain, watching it drip small droplets at a time where it had once flowed freely.
