[SHE WOULD NEVER CRISP HIM unless rage waves hit her again.]
All right.
[She places her hands on where she remembers the impact being worst and casts a gentle spell. Cure Wounds. The damage isn't wholly gone, but lessened, as is the pain. She looks considerably more tired now — she's used a fair bit of magic on and off today, and it's starting to get to her now.]
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Yeah. Rest.
[She can feel the weariness settling into her own bones, even as her mind is humming with electric potential.
She looks at him though, thinking. Then lifts her hands in front of him.]
May I try something?
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[His brows rise, but he sort of nods. HE'S TOO TRUSTING!! He does not think Rosamund would hurt him, though. He's fine.]
Sure, alright. Go ahead.
[Turn him into something crispy.]
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All right.
[She places her hands on where she remembers the impact being worst and casts a gentle spell. Cure Wounds. The damage isn't wholly gone, but lessened, as is the pain. She looks considerably more tired now — she's used a fair bit of magic on and off today, and it's starting to get to her now.]
Is that better?