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She wasn't sure why she felt the need to, but she had to help him. She'd done her damage, and she couldn't let a man die, not at her hand, and certainly not at her negligence. She looked at his wound for a second, and, unsure of what she was capable of, put her hands to his leg. “I... I don't know if I can.” She closed her eyes, putting all her energy and mind into it, and opened them to find that he wasn't healed. Well, not completely. Upon close inspection she found that the wound was now quite shallow, and the bleeding had nearly stopped. The worst it would do was hurt.</li>
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