Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140829030614/@comment-11457306-20140906152106

Rhiannon unbuckled the steel thigh piece, from with the red glow was just now fading. Cursing, she viewed the damage--scorched leather and seared flesh. Her chest had only taken a passing graze--the burn on her thigh was more concentrated. She limped over to a crate and sat, grimacing in pain. Burns were far worse than cuts from blades. "Morrigan," she said, "if you would be so kind as to heal this I would be in your debt."