It was as if everything went wrong in an instant. It seemed as if Larea was having another one of those painful episodes like she'd had last night. Ahmaht rushed over to comfort her, holding her in his arms, soon asking Zel for his help.<br/><br/>Zel drew back on any medical knowledge he had and began to take control of the situation. "Lay her down on the sand," he said, "if the pain's started in her head there's a chance she'll pass out and less damage will be done from that if she's level." Once Larea was laying down Zel held his hands over her head, hoping that if that was the origin of the pain a healing spell would be more effective there. Luckily, his magic was a little bit stronger than it had been earlier and the healing spell came on the first try. It was still weaker than it should have been, but the strongest it had been in a while.<br/><br/>"If this is like last night, the pain should subside in a bit. After that, our first priority is to get her back to the village and into a bed where she can rest. However, as long as she's still in the height of her pain, moving her would be the worst thing we could do. If it's some sort of internal damage that would only make it worse. Anyway, that town didn't look like it had any doctors in it who practice white magic. I'll do what I can." Zel paused for a moment as he worked on the healing spell. "Stay near her. Even if she falls unconscious, it would still bring her comfort."