LOREN
As soon as the golem actually hit Melita, Loren’s heart sank and he realized what a terrible mistake he’d made. He’d given into his anger at how she kept evading him with ease and let his instincts and training take over, the ones his family had drilled into him nearly from birth. They’d taught him to take down opponents and threats with overwhelming force and she’d gotten hurt as a result of his insanity and stupidity. Although he could heal the damage, that certainly didn’t make his actions right in any way, shape, or form.Even as the red-headed woman rolled away from his summon's second blow, and called out to the gourd, the Launceleyn dismissed the golem and tossed his staff aside. ”Shit, shit, I’m sorry.” Running over to the fallen woman, the summoner called his healing magic up; his hands started glowing a soft sky blue as he knelt by her side. ”Here, let me heal you.” Assuming Melita didn’t move away, or stop him somehow, he would lay his hands on her uninjured shoulder and pour a burst of untargeted healing magic into her. It would repair any and all regular damage she’d taken, and even wipe away all her scars.
But he could do nothing to heal the emotional harm he’d inflicted, or the remains of the blight within her.
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