<span style="color: #FFFFBF"><span style="font-style: italic">"You ask for a miracle..?"</span></span><br/><br/>Larea's heart jumped. If what Origin said earlier was true, and the spirit's vessels had powers of some sort.. Wouldn't she have them, too? It was a long shot, to say the least, but if none of them could do anything, Sigrun was as good as..<span style="font-style: italic">No.</span>She could not accept that. She wouldn't even think the word.<br/><br/>Even with her strengthened resolve, Larea's hands still shook as they rose. She shut her eyes and cringed as her fingers touched the open wound, deciding then and there that the feeling of torn flesh was<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>one she enjoyed. It occurred to her then that she had absolutely no idea what to do next. She had never used a healing spell before - she didn't even know if she had the ability to use one. She knew nothing of the spirits, though the name 'Origin' seemed promising for her endeavor; she exhaled nervously, opening her eyes and staring at the wound intently, her expression being one of extreme focus rather than sadness. She stayed this way for a long while; nothing at all was happening yet, but she refused to give up, not while there was still a chance.