"Ah, no, this way. I am going to turn you." Abysa says gently, not liking that gurgling sound, nor the fact that his charge seems to be looking at the wrong direction.
With the smooth and weightless motions that come naturally as a result of his telekinesis, Abysa turns Micolash to his side, facing him. He is thankful for his natural psychic affinity, wondering how much of an ordeal it must be to move patients by hand, to carry them in stretchers, so on and so forth.
"Dear Henry, if you could fetch me some replenishing water, I would be grateful." Abysa requests of his feline 'assistant'. With a small trill in reply, Henry jumps off the bed to trot out the door with silent paws.
"You must be in such agony... I will do my utmost to calm your pain." With that being said, Abysa seats himself next to his patient, placing his palm over Micolash's forehead. The human's ashen-pale skin is stained with dried blood, and his hair is matted with the same, the way it feels against his fingertips sadly similar to when he had first brought him here.
With a moment to concentrate, Abysa pours out as much healing energy as he can in a single wave, the air around them turning to swirls of purple, more like a whirling fog, like ink dropped into water, as it is channeled into the human head-first. One could liken it almost to the sensation of receiving anesthetic by injection or IV, with the effect starting slow and then seeming to flow throughout the body, radiating from the point of entry. It will not fix everything at once. In fact, Abysa doubts that he has put a notable dent in the actual injuries he has sustained, as they are not just physical in nature. What he does know, from years of experience, that a single, concentrated spell will overpower the nerves' pain signal enough to bring some temporary relief, at the very least.
Henry makes a little whine as he pads back into the room, a thin crystal vial being carried in his mouth delicately. He hops back onto the bed to pass it onto Abysa, dropping it in he priest's free hand unceremoniously.
"Thank you, Henry. I have used a great deal of my magickal reserves tonight. This should keep me from running low." Abysa uncaps the vial without needing to touch it, letting the cork float in the air as he sips the glowing blue liquid within until it is drained. So, 'replenishing water' seems to be a sort of mana potion, meant for Abysa! How about that.
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With the smooth and weightless motions that come naturally as a result of his telekinesis, Abysa turns Micolash to his side, facing him. He is thankful for his natural psychic affinity, wondering how much of an ordeal it must be to move patients by hand, to carry them in stretchers, so on and so forth.
"Dear Henry, if you could fetch me some replenishing water, I would be grateful." Abysa requests of his feline 'assistant'. With a small trill in reply, Henry jumps off the bed to trot out the door with silent paws.
"You must be in such agony... I will do my utmost to calm your pain." With that being said, Abysa seats himself next to his patient, placing his palm over Micolash's forehead. The human's ashen-pale skin is stained with dried blood, and his hair is matted with the same, the way it feels against his fingertips sadly similar to when he had first brought him here.
With a moment to concentrate, Abysa pours out as much healing energy as he can in a single wave, the air around them turning to swirls of purple, more like a whirling fog, like ink dropped into water, as it is channeled into the human head-first. One could liken it almost to the sensation of receiving anesthetic by injection or IV, with the effect starting slow and then seeming to flow throughout the body, radiating from the point of entry. It will not fix everything at once. In fact, Abysa doubts that he has put a notable dent in the actual injuries he has sustained, as they are not just physical in nature. What he does know, from years of experience, that a single, concentrated spell will overpower the nerves' pain signal enough to bring some temporary relief, at the very least.
Henry makes a little whine as he pads back into the room, a thin crystal vial being carried in his mouth delicately. He hops back onto the bed to pass it onto Abysa, dropping it in he priest's free hand unceremoniously.
"Thank you, Henry. I have used a great deal of my magickal reserves tonight. This should keep me from running low." Abysa uncaps the vial without needing to touch it, letting the cork float in the air as he sips the glowing blue liquid within until it is drained. So, 'replenishing water' seems to be a sort of mana potion, meant for Abysa! How about that.
"Micolash? Do you feel any better now?"