Mesaraih's ears picked up the sound of magic at work again, and he looked up apprehensively, only to see the elf applying an icy mist around her mangled wrists. He sighed, a bit relieved, and looked back towards the flame.<br/><br/>A corner of his lips turned upwards into a half smile as she spoke.<span style="font-style: italic">You're not so bad,</span>he thought.<br/><br/>He absentmindedly stretched his body out only to wince in pain as he felt his wound tug at his side. "Ugh..." he grunted softly. He looked over to where Valehna was sitting, alone and facing the opposite direction. He walked over to her and sat next to her, despite feeling a bit apprehensive about it.<br/><br/>"Hey... you mentioned you might be able to help with my injury?" he asked, speaking softly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna's thoughts fell with a crash around her inner mind. She had been so lost in them the transition back to their campsite jarred her. She blinked a few times before looking to see Mesaraih sitting next to her, a bit surprised to see him so close. <br/><br/>"I can wait," Mesaraih said tentatively, scooting away a nearly imperceptible amount.<br/><br/>"Let me see," Valehna said with a sigh. "Best do it now, before I go to sleep."<br/><br/>Mesaraih grunted and took off the leather breastplate of his armor, then his shirt. Valehna eyed his wound. It was a jagged wound, deep but not too wide, on the side of his abdomen. She focused on it, working from the bottom up to mend the flesh back together before closing up the surface wound. It glowed with a bit of green before it closed up completely, leaving him with only a small scar.<br/><br/>She eyed him as he touched it, looking a bit awed. "It might still feel a bit tender, so don't mess with it too much."</span><br/><br/>Mesaraih felt grateful to be among mages for the first time that day. "If you two want to sleep, I can take the first watch," he said.