While Yuna and Everett kept watch, the young Dragonheart used healing once more, keeping the staff pointed close to Melisande's leg as the wounds began to close up.
"...Thanks," Melisande said with a scrunched nose, still feeling some level of pain.
After the recovery magic was finished, Emilio stood up, lending his hand to the girl to help her stand, though she limped a bit. It wasn't a speedy process, taking a good few minutes even when trying to act in haste.
"Ngh…" Melisande winced.
"Sorry about that, but…healing magic isn't perfect–at least, mine isn't," he said with a small frown.
"No, it's alright…this is my fault anyway–if I was watching where I was going…" Melisande said, looking towards where they were initially going, "...Is it too late now?"
The look of concern she gave as she looked over at Emilio wasn't met with a reassuring answer before she looked over at Everett and Yuna as well, who didn't have too much optimism worn on their expressions.
