The tendrils picked up the bits of Lith's flesh and blood that lay around while light magic pieced them together like a puzzle before reattaching them to their place with minimal consumption of his vitality.
At the same time, the tendrils also extracted the nutrients from the ground and the water from the air to reduce the burden on Lith's body to the minimum. He would still be very hungry, but that was a familiar feeling that didn't make him weaker, only angrier.
"No, you don't!" Qisal managed to stop his fall while Lith was still tumbling and compressed the muscles of his legs like a spring before leaping in the air. Second Wind was still active, allowing him to reach Lith before he could draw a single breath.
Or so the Wyvern thought until strong hands grabbed his feet, calves, thighs, and tail, turning his jump into a face-first dive onto the ground.
