Caedrin barely managed to move aside, narrowly dodging an unexpected fireball from the girl. As she fell back, he instinctively leaned forward, grabbing the back of her head with his uncovered hand and gently pulling her closer to him, so she didn't land painfully on the hard wood of the cart. A soft glow began to emanate from his other hand as he started casting a healing spell, running it slowly across the length of her body. "Brinn, wake up! It's me, Caedrin!" It was clear she was far from fully conscious, to the point of not recognizing his face or voice; he wasn't sure if she could even see at all. He intensified the strength of his spell, continuing to speak to her, worried that if she fell asleep again she might not wake up. She might have been recovering, but he feared that using an offensive spell in the state she was in could put a serious, possibly fatal strain on her body.