Jonathan winced as Morys shoved the sword through the demon's mouth and out his head. Like Garash, he was rather hypocritical about this subject. Unlike the Metallic-skinned Demon, however, it wasn't ignorance of the race of Demons. It was simply that he didn't like watching people die. Then again... he<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>help this man... this Demon... to kill a rather large threat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~"Maybe if I act as support for this group it will be less traumatizing."~</span>he thought as Morys got stabbed in the foot. When the blade was removed, he walked over and offered his hand to the Almerkian. " Jonathan Fraust. Under other circumstances this would be a good time to talk about what you just witnessed." He gestured to the now concealed gem in his arm. "As it stands, I can heal that if you would like. Grew up on the streets so I had to learn healing magic. That or die, you know?" He knelt and mumbled something in Elvish before Mory's wound sealed itself.<br/><br/>"The inside damage will take longer to heal. It will probably still hurt to walk for a while." He said calmly.<br/><br/>"Call me Callie, you sexy beast!" Calrodis winked at Garash. Jonathan sighed. At least the whore wasn't interested in him anymore.