Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24784616-20140426232104

"Hush!" the mage said sharply. "Don't move." They poured the potion down Thetric's throat, casting a healing spell with their free hand. They laid their hand on one of his wounds, letting the magic flow through it.

Augka took a seat nearby, laying her head on the top of the chair.

Byerik was lying down, clenching his teeth due to the pain. He glanced over at Areindil, with Proximus on his shoulder.

"Is..." he gulped, "is he.. alright?"