'My wounds,' Tharis gasped, '-they're healed,' she touched where they'd attacked, '-nothing,' she observed, '-I feel at ease, I feel at peace. My body's safe, the energy's retuning,' her unobservant gaze eventually shifted to the world, '-this realm,' Staxius' presence pulsed, "-hey, are you okay?"
A muffled chough escaped. Staxius stood his ground and wiped his mouth, blood smeared across the sleeve, "-you're wounded?" she asked.
