“Just...be calm,” Dael said, and reached inside himself. The energy was weak, tethered to the waxing and waning of his own energy, but it was there, a coil of blue sparkles waiting for release. So Dael caught it up and pushed it out, into Avery’s forearm.
Avery hissed in a breath, eyes wide, and his gaze shot toward Dael. “You - how did you -”
Dael shook his head. “There you go. Should help a bit.” He held Avery’s gaze, warning, and Avery nodded slowly.
“Aye. Thanks. You are good with a mend.”
“Welcome.”
Behind him, the soldier watched - and smiled.
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