If ordinarily such a statement from Kash would have been a snarl, now it was positively gentle as he began an examination of her wounds. Because if, in battle, he dispensed magical healing like the machine in the stairwell did beverages, when they had the time, he preferred to be a true healer rather than a combat medic. That meant assessing damage and pain, being aware of lingering psychic trauma from injuries that his patient might not. Little known to lay folk, it was entirely possible for a patient to psychically refuse magically healing if they couldn't let go of the injury.
That wouldn't be a problem with Vex'ahlia, as much as it might be with her brother who carried his guilt like stab wounds. No, she'd feel it in dreams or memories, and if Kash would never be her chosen confidante, it was still good to know.
As he reached for his symbol, Kash glanced around. Too many people in the lobby. Way too many. But Vex wasn't going to move without Vax and Hot Dog was too delirious for his legs to work. So.
Quietly as he could, which wasn't quiet at all, considering the way the spell worked, Kash chanted the words of Heal and used gesture to direct the Life energy toward the worst of her wounds. After, for good measure, he cast a Cure Wounds, repeating the incantation three times in quick succession to strengthen the spell.
Less than a minute later, she had only scrapes and mild bruises that would give her mind a place to fix the trauma of the encounter. And Kash let the words he'd been sitting on spill out in an urgent, pained rush, "Z? Is she... okay?" Since if she was here, she'd have found him already.
Re: locked to Percy, Vax, eventually Kash
If ordinarily such a statement from Kash would have been a snarl, now it was positively gentle as he began an examination of her wounds. Because if, in battle, he dispensed magical healing like the machine in the stairwell did beverages, when they had the time, he preferred to be a true healer rather than a combat medic. That meant assessing damage and pain, being aware of lingering psychic trauma from injuries that his patient might not. Little known to lay folk, it was entirely possible for a patient to psychically refuse magically healing if they couldn't let go of the injury.
That wouldn't be a problem with Vex'ahlia, as much as it might be with her brother who carried his guilt like stab wounds. No, she'd feel it in dreams or memories, and if Kash would never be her chosen confidante, it was still good to know.
As he reached for his symbol, Kash glanced around. Too many people in the lobby. Way too many. But Vex wasn't going to move without Vax and Hot Dog was too delirious for his legs to work. So.
Quietly as he could, which wasn't quiet at all, considering the way the spell worked, Kash chanted the words of Heal and used gesture to direct the Life energy toward the worst of her wounds. After, for good measure, he cast a Cure Wounds, repeating the incantation three times in quick succession to strengthen the spell.
Less than a minute later, she had only scrapes and mild bruises that would give her mind a place to fix the trauma of the encounter. And Kash let the words he'd been sitting on spill out in an urgent, pained rush, "Z? Is she... okay?" Since if she was here, she'd have found him already.