[ Arthur’s codex is nothing terribly fancy to look at, but it’s clearly well-loved, and he would admit that having it back in his hands, even temporarily, is something of a comfort.
But there’s no time to dwell on it, really. ]
As quick as I can manage it.
[ He has no doubt that Cullen will follow him as he turns and heads into the infirmary where the Elezen- sorry, elf, rather- is still cursing up a storm. What a charming young lady.
He pushes his way past the people tending to her and the people around just to gawk with only token apologies, and when he crouches at her bedside, the look she gives him is one of confusion as well as blatant suspicion. Arthur tries for his best reassuring smile, though he’s not too certain it works.
Even with the simple dressing on the wound, Arthur can tell it’s a bad one, blood already seeping through the bandages. He’s only ever met Sera in passing, but she’s a few shades paler than normal. ]
I know, I’m probably the last person you expected to see here.
[ As he speaks, he takes his book in one hand, letting it fall open- he’s used this spell enough that even the book seems to have its placement memorized. Arthur draws his fingers across the pages, which begin to glow with green and blue light, and strange geometric shapes in striking orange. Arthur is too focused on his work to pay any mind to the reactions of anyone else in the room, and with a wave of his hand, the same sort of light gathers over Sera’s wound.
Arthur focuses his attention there, willing the ragged hole to close, the damage to mend as he focuses his power into the spell.
(And not for the first time, Arthur feels like he gets a glimpse of fluttering wings and golden light. The barest echoes of the Nymian fae of which he’s read so much, but never seen himself.)
After a very long few moments, Sera seems to relax, the pain and tension easing out of her with a sigh. Arthur draws his hand away from the book, letting the light die down. The bandage may still be bloody, but underneath is only a small pink patch of mended flesh.
That done, Arthur stands, snapping his book shut and offering over to Cullen in one motion. ]
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But there’s no time to dwell on it, really. ]
As quick as I can manage it.
[ He has no doubt that Cullen will follow him as he turns and heads into the infirmary where the Elezen- sorry, elf, rather- is still cursing up a storm. What a charming young lady.
He pushes his way past the people tending to her and the people around just to gawk with only token apologies, and when he crouches at her bedside, the look she gives him is one of confusion as well as blatant suspicion. Arthur tries for his best reassuring smile, though he’s not too certain it works.
Even with the simple dressing on the wound, Arthur can tell it’s a bad one, blood already seeping through the bandages. He’s only ever met Sera in passing, but she’s a few shades paler than normal. ]
I know, I’m probably the last person you expected to see here.
[ As he speaks, he takes his book in one hand, letting it fall open- he’s used this spell enough that even the book seems to have its placement memorized. Arthur draws his fingers across the pages, which begin to glow with green and blue light, and strange geometric shapes in striking orange. Arthur is too focused on his work to pay any mind to the reactions of anyone else in the room, and with a wave of his hand, the same sort of light gathers over Sera’s wound.
Arthur focuses his attention there, willing the ragged hole to close, the damage to mend as he focuses his power into the spell.
(And not for the first time, Arthur feels like he gets a glimpse of fluttering wings and golden light. The barest echoes of the Nymian fae of which he’s read so much, but never seen himself.)
After a very long few moments, Sera seems to relax, the pain and tension easing out of her with a sigh. Arthur draws his hand away from the book, letting the light die down. The bandage may still be bloody, but underneath is only a small pink patch of mended flesh.
That done, Arthur stands, snapping his book shut and offering over to Cullen in one motion. ]