"Damn..." He hadn't realized that Deimos couldn't be Healed by magic. Not by the kind wielded by Vervain and Loren - and now himself - at least. That certainly made things more difficult if they found themselves in danger again. Given Caido's track record, that was more likely than not, too. The bard frowned, trying to figure out a way around that difficulty, but it wasn't much later that the General offered another tidbit of information, a precious drop of new knowledge against the sapping, dragging, draining weight of his magic. Unicorns, and suddenly his insistence on Zuriel's company made much more sense. The bard's eyes widened and he started to nod in understanding--
--until he wasn't standing but sitting, his legs collapsing under him and lanky limbs folding down in a slow, graceful descent. He blinked as the dizziness stabilized again, but he wasn't fool enough to push past the limit he had just discovered, raising a hand weakly in surrender. "I yield," he called, grimacing at the taste of the words, but even more at the numbness that had spread halfway up his arm. He shook his fingers experimentally, wondering if feeling would return gently, or with the prickling burn of pins and needles. "Amalia's staff... Remi made it, didn't he? Could he make you something similar as well?" The bard still ignorant of Deimos's more magical creations. "Though how he imbued it with Healing magic when he doesn't have it himself..." His music trailed off into thoughtful silence as he gathered the threads of his magic and set to rejuvenating what Deimos's power had drained.
--until he wasn't standing but sitting, his legs collapsing under him and lanky limbs folding down in a slow, graceful descent. He blinked as the dizziness stabilized again, but he wasn't fool enough to push past the limit he had just discovered, raising a hand weakly in surrender. "I yield," he called, grimacing at the taste of the words, but even more at the numbness that had spread halfway up his arm. He shook his fingers experimentally, wondering if feeling would return gently, or with the prickling burn of pins and needles. "Amalia's staff... Remi made it, didn't he? Could he make you something similar as well?" The bard still ignorant of Deimos's more magical creations. "Though how he imbued it with Healing magic when he doesn't have it himself..." His music trailed off into thoughtful silence as he gathered the threads of his magic and set to rejuvenating what Deimos's power had drained.
