[There's something to be said for a familiar face, especially now.]
Thank the Maker. [His magic dissipates. It takes a moment for his eyes to readjust back to the darkness.] I was bluffing.
[He wasn't supposed to have been that involved in any fighting this time around, but as it happens, that's something else that went completely, awfully wrong. He's not tapped dry, but he's nowhere near at his best.]
Give me a tower, a sewer, or a prison cell and I do just fine. All of this? It was hopeless from the start. [He crunches his way forward, ducking under scraping branches. Good luck with that.] Are you all right?
[He's a healer, he has to ask. His eyes narrow, evaluative, scanning for injury.]
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Thank the Maker. [His magic dissipates. It takes a moment for his eyes to readjust back to the darkness.] I was bluffing.
[He wasn't supposed to have been that involved in any fighting this time around, but as it happens, that's something else that went completely, awfully wrong. He's not tapped dry, but he's nowhere near at his best.]
Give me a tower, a sewer, or a prison cell and I do just fine. All of this? It was hopeless from the start. [He crunches his way forward, ducking under scraping branches. Good luck with that.] Are you all right?
[He's a healer, he has to ask. His eyes narrow, evaluative, scanning for injury.]