[ When Hayame falls, she falls hard. Yuri rushes to her side, brows knitted together as concern overtakes his usual forced composure. The severity of her wounds is glaringly apparent at close range, their number suggesting a pitched battle. He steals a glance around, wary of pursuers, but he finds none.
Ideally, they'd get out of the open, yet the trail of blood Hayame has left in her wake makes it clear that would be a tall order even with his camp near at hand. Yuri isn't weak, but he hardly has the strength necessary to carry her. He's no Blaiddyd, after all. So he shelves the thought...and stifles a sneeze with his arm.
Damned allergies. He could use a cleansing spell, but Hayame's the priority here. Before he does anything, however, he thinks to say— ]
Just hold on and stay still, alright? You've lost a lot of blood.
[ Having said that, he extends a hand toward her. The soft, shimmering glow of healing magic flickers into being in his palm. Last time he'd attempted to cast a spell, nothing had happened, but she'd guessed what he was attempting to do. This time, he hoped she recognized what he was doing. ]
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[ When Hayame falls, she falls hard. Yuri rushes to her side, brows knitted together as concern overtakes his usual forced composure. The severity of her wounds is glaringly apparent at close range, their number suggesting a pitched battle. He steals a glance around, wary of pursuers, but he finds none.
Ideally, they'd get out of the open, yet the trail of blood Hayame has left in her wake makes it clear that would be a tall order even with his camp near at hand. Yuri isn't weak, but he hardly has the strength necessary to carry her. He's no Blaiddyd, after all. So he shelves the thought...and stifles a sneeze with his arm.
Damned allergies. He could use a cleansing spell, but Hayame's the priority here. Before he does anything, however, he thinks to say— ]
Just hold on and stay still, alright? You've lost a lot of blood.
[ Having said that, he extends a hand toward her. The soft, shimmering glow of healing magic flickers into being in his palm. Last time he'd attempted to cast a spell, nothing had happened, but she'd guessed what he was attempting to do. This time, he hoped she recognized what he was doing. ]