Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140713201717/@comment-4363162-20140714161911

Miraak Obama wrote: Keeping his composure, he listened.

"Calm down," He mumbled to himself as his head was finally clearing. The bad side was, it was difficult for a child of Mora to forget something.

He carefully took the potion as he poured it into Maren's throat. Val's hands didn't shake as he performed the procedure, steam rushing from his fingertips. He was truly worried, however. The poison didn't look like anything he'd seen before, and he cringed at the thought of causing his friend so much pain, even though it was all for her own good. The stream of vapour heated the wound, drying the blood into a crust before  a cloth bandage over the injury. "C'mon, Maren, pull through this. Don't you dare die."