It’s been going on for-- actually, he’s lost track of time. And his watch, for that matter. Regardless, it feels like hours. Time spreads itself between their enemies and the onslaught. But a pause comes, if only momentarily, and it’s enough to breathe again. Enough to offer some reprieve to those who’ve been on the front-lines, minuscule though his efforts may be.
“You’ve my apologies. My healing isn’t up to par like many others, but this should suffice for the moment.” The injuries lacerating her hands close slowly, but there’s nothing he can do for the cold lingering on her skin. He’d consider it strange, had he not witnessed her prowess with ice and snow earlier.
“Do you want to continue on, or should I find somewhere for you to recuperate? There’s no shame in withdrawing for the time being.”
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