The Tiefling closes his eyes with a sigh, trying to centre himself and his magic, to sense... anything, really.
He really can't feel the weaves of Faerun here, and though there's the Lady's magic in his tattoos as it always is, She is not watching.
How odd.
"If we are still on the Material Plane, it's in no location I've ever been before," he mumbles to himself.
"Am I hurt? Ah,"
It's then that he notices that the cuts are fairly deep, and that they're perhaps leaking a bit more blood than is advisable. He grunts, dredging up the small amount of magic he has and tries to concentrate it. He hums a single word in Abyssal as his Healing Word goes out, weak though it is, it manages to staunch some of the bleeding.
His bright blue eyes look over Howl, and easily notices the similar cuts on his body. He offers his hand out, gesturing to the wounds.
no subject
He really can't feel the weaves of Faerun here, and though there's the Lady's magic in his tattoos as it always is, She is not watching.
How odd.
"If we are still on the Material Plane, it's in no location I've ever been before," he mumbles to himself.
"Am I hurt? Ah,"
It's then that he notices that the cuts are fairly deep, and that they're perhaps leaking a bit more blood than is advisable. He grunts, dredging up the small amount of magic he has and tries to concentrate it. He hums a single word in Abyssal as his Healing Word goes out, weak though it is, it manages to staunch some of the bleeding.
His bright blue eyes look over Howl, and easily notices the similar cuts on his body. He offers his hand out, gesturing to the wounds.
"If you'd like?"