For the next several minutes Zel directed all of his attention and focus toward healing the wound on Larea's hand. It seemed to him that she was rather accident prone. But whatever. It wasn't like she could help it, right? Just like he couldn't help that he was a hideous freak of nature. Well since she accepted him, he would accept her, and that was his final decision on the matter.<br/><br/>As much as he knew it might become a problem, Zel was beginning to become attached to this group of misfits. For the moment, it seemed their goals had them in the same place at the same time, and until that became untrue... he didn't see any problem with staying with them.<br/><br/>Soon, Larea's wound had been all but completely healed. All there was to show it had ever been there in the first place was a thin white line where the skin had split. "That's all I can do for now," Zel said, releasing the healing spell and giving Larea her hand back. "Try to be more careful," he said, in a concerned, friendly way. "I can't fathom why the universe continues to send pain to such a kind and gentle person." He smiled slightly under his mask.