Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180122052739/@comment-24530992-20180303143738

"Shh, I know. Just hang on," he whispered. He looked up at Dravenar, who in turn cast a reluctant frown.

"Do it, dammit! Don't just stand there!"

The elf swallowed a bit, sighing. "I will do what I can. These wounds might not heal with my magic, but I will do my best to clear the burn."

Dravenar knelt down, extending his hands over her burns. A bright magic appeared in his fingertips, then flowing into her arms. He already looked exhausted.

"Dravenar, don't. You're still too weak," Korina warned.

"I am fine, sister. I still have some strength left. If it doesn't work, well.." He looked to Stauntax. "You're going to have to figure something out."

The Breton nodded absentmindedly, more focused on his wife before him than what the twins were saying. Should it fail to work, he had one other way to try and heal her.