It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The frost worm bites you, who casts Blight as payback and heals herself. Vax asks Pike for healing, then hits the visible worm.
DM: Okay, go for it. She throws down a couple of Cure Light Wounds. She's going to do 3rd level to each of you.
Player: Dope.
DM: Of Cure Wounds. This'll be 3d8 plus five to each of you. So 23 to you, and 21 to you, Scanlan. She'll do a third one to you, Keyleth. Because you're looking pretty rough, right Keyleth?
Player: Huh?
DM: You're looking pretty rough?
Player: I'm at 65 now, with that. So I'm still 30 under.
DM: So on top of that you get another 13. Pike's going to stay with you guys.
