And I thought you didn't like githyanki, [ he shoots back, which is enough to shut her up. She works her magic with ease, the warm radiance of her now-Selûne-gifted power soothing the tenderness in his bruise and fading it to only a slightly darker mark on his skin. Were he the type of person with a healthy, alive glow, it wouldn't be noticeable at all, but everything sticks out on this pallid skin. She swipes a thumb over the cut on his chin, too, and he can feel a tingle as the skin stitches itself back together.
"What would you do without me?" she asks, and for the first time, he considers it. Iorveth's northern forest had better be peaceful, or they're going to bleed out while wishing they had a cleric. ]
Your turn! [ he calls impolitely, probably interrupting Iorveth and Lae'zel's conversation. It was undoubtedly boring, anyway. Araj is dead now, so who cares about a few corpses in her basement?
Shadowheart huffs. "I didn't see any injuries that needed mending." ]
That's only because he hasn't stripped for you yet.
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"What would you do without me?" she asks, and for the first time, he considers it. Iorveth's northern forest had better be peaceful, or they're going to bleed out while wishing they had a cleric. ]
Your turn! [ he calls impolitely, probably interrupting Iorveth and Lae'zel's conversation. It was undoubtedly boring, anyway. Araj is dead now, so who cares about a few corpses in her basement?
Shadowheart huffs. "I didn't see any injuries that needed mending." ]
That's only because he hasn't stripped for you yet.