<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px">Valentine, The Glue</span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><u>Location: </u>Battlefield, with Ianice and Mystera<br/>
<u>Status:</u> Injured by claw marks to the back, fatigued</span></span>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Valentine gave the goblins that fled from him a feral snarl, before looking up to see Professor Ian and Mystera. There was a slight commotion, the wraith-like figure leaning over the two to speak to the Professor. Valentine couldn't make out what they were saying, but it seemed to be important.<br/><i>My magic should be back to normal, maybe I can go help heal Mystera.</i>Valentine knew that realistically, he might get in the way of Jasmine and Professor Ianice's work, but he knew a little bit about bandaging wounds and he'd even healed up his own scraped knee with his magic before. Maybe he'd be able to help at least a little bit, right?<br/><i>Or at least, I might be able to revert some of the fatigue of Professor Ian</i>. Taking from the body with anything was tricky, but Valentine had been practicing, and he'd gotten better. And professor Ian looked exhausted, there was no way he'd be able to continue if something wasn't done. He had to at least try, it's what would help him improve, and make Professor Ianice proud of him.<br/>Valentine ran to the medical group, kneeling beside Professor Ian and depositing the sword beside Jasmine the guard. Maybe she could use it while he wasn't.<br/>He held up his hands to Ianice, concentrating on the dissipation of the fatigue, a cloud of exhaustion lifting from the man and floating away.<br/>He glared harshly at the professor in case he tried to protest, even as his vision darkened and began to spot. His face spoke all the words he needed to say.<i>Let me try to help. </i><br/>Even if there was no guarantee it would even work, and Valentine was pushing his limits for nothing.