there's light at the edge of the darkness
Groaning, Loren rolled onto his back, tilting his head this way and that as he tried to find an angle where his nose didn't throb. Grunting in acknowledgment of Deimos' statement, the healer reached up with one hand to his face. Blinking away tears that threatened to freeze on his cheeks, his fingers curled around his nose as he set it.
Hissing against the pain of that, he sent a quick burst of healing magic through his body. In a flash his bones mended and his bruises faded and he sighed. Taking a handful of clean snow, he scrubbed the blood from his face. Only then did he take the hand the General proffered.
"Thanks for the offer," the Firebrand told Zuriel as he found his way upright again. He inclined his head to the unicorn, then did the same for the Sword. "And thank you for the training." Loren's lips quirked up. "Apparently I have a lot to learn."
Hissing against the pain of that, he sent a quick burst of healing magic through his body. In a flash his bones mended and his bruises faded and he sighed. Taking a handful of clean snow, he scrubbed the blood from his face. Only then did he take the hand the General proffered.
"Thanks for the offer," the Firebrand told Zuriel as he found his way upright again. He inclined his head to the unicorn, then did the same for the Sword. "And thank you for the training." Loren's lips quirked up. "Apparently I have a lot to learn."
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