Scyler looked exasperated, having repeated this a thousand times. As he dashed after Lilu, yelling profanities at him, he tripped over an unexpected root twining up from the ground. He tumbled forward, rolling and cutting himself on a rock as he rolled over it. He let out a small cry of pain, rolling to a stop on his rear in the dirt, only about 10 feet in front of Dark and Ryo. Holding his gashed hand in pain, he glared up at Lilu, who circled overhead, a concerned look on his face. Lilu spoke in a strange language, the Divine Speech of his people, those of the second circle, commanding a magical force to bend to his will.<br/>"Itero ad iis," he incanted quickly, instantly appeared at Scyler's side in a flash of dark purple void energy. He kneeled down, taking Scyler's hand in his own, his partner's blood running onto his own hand.<br/>"All you did was trip, how did you even manage to do this to yourself? Whatever," Lilu said, perplexed.<br/>"Oh just shut up and heal me," Scyler demanded.<br/>Lilu looked at him, unamused. "Fine. Humanus Corpus Sensam Sanum," he spoke, a pink glow encompassing his hands, the healing Vis flowing into Scyler's cut, sealing it up without so much as a scar. "Looks like I'm getting less shitty at healing magic."<br/>"Well I don't see how you could possibly get worse at it."<br/>"Shut the hell up, let's' get going," Lilu retorted, standing up. He yanked Scyler up rather violently to his feet, his wings spreading again.<br/>"Now, try to keep up this time, preferably without falling like a doof."