Wesleynard knelt down next to her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Natalia! Stay with me!" He placed his hand on her forehead, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. He jolted back as if touching a burning rod, worry gripped his chest he couldn't leave her out here to die.
With a deep breath, he focused his energy, calling upon his own magic to help her. As he channeled his power, the room seemed to warp around them, the air growing thick with anticipation. Wesleynard closed his eyes, his mind clearing as he concentrated on healing her. He wasn't sure in what he was doing but, he had to trust that Ana could hold out a little longer, his instinct was to race to her side, but his conscious knew better, "Hold out just a little longer Ana..."
