After staring out at the water for a while, the visible part of Zel's brow furrowed slightly. Was the beach bigger than it had been last time? No, that wouldn't make sense. If anything, the lake would have to be smaller, but no, not in a mere day's time. Zel looked up and down the lengths of the beach, trying to remember where the water had reached the day before, when he saw Larea, huddled over. For a moment, a puzzled look fell on his face as he felt something was off. Then he noticed some distinct red on the sand near her, and Sigrun's halberd dangerously near by.<br/><br/>Putting the pieces together, Zel got up and quickly made his way over to Larea, who was giving a pleading expression to all of them. "Try to calm down," Zel said to Larea, taking her injured hand into his own. It didn't seem to cause as much pain as her attacks, but the blood loss was a problem. On the bright side, morbid as it may be, he could tell exactly what the problem was here, so he knew how to use his healing spell. That was good; it would be stronger and have a higher success rate.<br/><br/>"You need to keep from getting too excited," Zel said to her, lifting his unoccupied hand and holding it above her injured one. A warm light began emanating from it, slowly, but surely healing the deep cut. Zel understood that it was important an injured person stayed calm, and that a healer helped them do this. Because the more excited they got, the faster an injury would worsen. "It should be just fine," Zel said, speaking words of encouragement in a calm and friendly voice. "I know what I'm treating this time. You can just relax and leave this to me."