[Byleth's heavy-lidded gaze lingered on the injured arm, his pen pressed against the paper on his clipboard. Though it looked like a terrible injury, John seemed unbothered by it. He recalled their conversation at the Meridian mingle a while back, him being capable of manipulating organic matter or... something like that. So...]
Are you dying. If not, then you'll need to wait to be healed. There's a priority system in place.
[First time ever Byleth was scraping the bottom of the barrel here. His Crest Stone felt uncomfortably hot behind his ribcage (like an overheating engine...), and he was rationing out his healing spells for those who really needed it.]
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[Byleth's heavy-lidded gaze lingered on the injured arm, his pen pressed against the paper on his clipboard. Though it looked like a terrible injury, John seemed unbothered by it. He recalled their conversation at the Meridian mingle a while back, him being capable of manipulating organic matter or... something like that. So...]
Are you dying. If not, then you'll need to wait to be healed. There's a priority system in place.
[First time ever Byleth was scraping the bottom of the barrel here. His Crest Stone felt uncomfortably hot behind his ribcage (like an overheating engine...), and he was rationing out his healing spells for those who really needed it.]