"Freya, heal him!" Aether shouted, startling the young woman.
Her eyes opened wide. "I just told you, I'm no good at healing!"
"Just cast the spell, I'll do the rest!" Aether hissed. He closed his eyes and let the world of magic be revealed to him as he opened them. A silver light shone from his eyes as his slit irises narrowed even further.
"Healing light?" Freya uttered the spell hesitantly. A bright, yet unstable light shone from her hands. Aether watched the odd mana currents float about, waves of magic flail about, unable to fulfil their purpose.
"Spirits of the light, aid her." Aether whispered. Glimmers of golden light appeared around them as Freya drew a sharp breath. The floating lights took the form of butterflies. They fluttered around Aether, then around Freya.
