"Try not to do that again," Hotaru gave a small simper as she healed up Feyan's arm.
Feyan sighed, "Apologies," he wriggled his fingers one by one. Every random bruise across his form had been faded, every broken nerve and bone mended.
With an influx of soldiers and the necessity to be ready as soon as they could, the half-elf spared no thought to his own body as he healed as many people as he could…
Which, lead to him becoming a somewhat sorry looking state and rendered him unconscious for a few minutes, giving those who were around a sudden scare.
A sleepless night for most, hoping that they could save their strength enough for the battle at dawn; however, for our two magical healers, there was barely a break.
Although Jotou did advise for them both to save some energy for the fight to come, they were not to be in the frontlines in the first place, allowing them to play it by ear so to speak.
