Vervain
Wincing to see him try to speak, Vai gives his hand a reassuring squeeze before her flingers slip away to carefully cup his jaw, wary of the deep cut that splits open his left cheek. "I'll focus my healing here, so you can talk," she explains gently. "You went over the cliff and into the sea, Sunny. It's been two days since then." She's wary of delivering too much information at once, falling silent to let that sink in while she works.
Healing magic injects itself into the ruined mess of his jaw, trying to knit together tissue and muscle, to fight off the infection already trying hard to take hold. "There's been no sign of that man," she says eventually, still working on it. "You did it. He's gone. You can rest now, Sunny."
Healing magic injects itself into the ruined mess of his jaw, trying to knit together tissue and muscle, to fight off the infection already trying hard to take hold. "There's been no sign of that man," she says eventually, still working on it. "You did it. He's gone. You can rest now, Sunny."
