She’d been there, lurking just behind them for long enough to hear Edmée’s question, annoyance welling at the thought of a servant questioning her betters. It wasn’t her place to know why things were as they were; None of her concern. Edmée had no right to ask questions…But, even still, she was more interested to hear Wryn’s answer.<br/><br/>An answer that lacked luster.<br/><br/>Taking on a corporal form, deciding to no longer be omnipotent, she stared at the back of his head, face placid when he hopped to (a quality of his she appreciated immensely) and bowed. His request for forgiveness was ignored, her attention turning to the gladiators below. Of course, there was the question of Edmée’s reaction, hardly getting up and curtsying, but it went overlooked as one of those arriving hit with a loud, sickening crack. The sound reverberated throughout the entirety of the structure, drawing her attention toward it, brow lifting only a small portion.<span style="font-style: italic">Already? Things just got interesting…</span><br/><br/>“Keep me updated?” came a smooth alto of a voice, barely above a whisper, the faintest of smiles on her lips.<br/><br/>And, by the time the shouting started for help, and the whistle reverberated throughout the coliseum…she was gone. Nothing but a figment of the imagination, a trick of light.<br/><br/>But interesting…wasn’t how Edmée would have described this scene at all. She felt it, almost like it’d been she who fell, who had plummeted from wherever he’d come, to what would have been his death. Could<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>be his death if she didn’t hurry. No words were spared for the goddess, knowing Wryn would take care of that as she ran down the stairs, ducked down the hallway and down the secret flight to the ground level, breaking through the wall, door closing behind her, she bolted for the one who was injured, the one who was so close to death that his painful gurgled breaths reverberated off of the stone walls and reached her ears at a painful volume.<br/><br/>The closer it got, the worse the sight became. He’d landed in such an unnatural angle, his sputters only made her run faster. It was moments like these she was happy that she’d been blessed with the gift, to keep people alive, to reach them fast enough. It was also moments like this that felt like they took the longest. Despite the gifted speed she had, to arrive someplace in the blink of an eye, to her it felt like an eternity. Like that second she took to get there wasn’t going to be fast enough that time.<br/><br/>And then she was there, dust clouding around her that she’d kicked up, but she was oblivious. Any questions she’d have ignored as her eyes surveyed just how injured he was, trying to gauge it as her hand rested lightly on his chest.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">There’s no time to gauge!</span>she shouted at herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Just do it!</span><br/><br/>Settling in, her eyes locked with Teague, and she felt it. The heat. It started in her chest, at her core, and worked its way out, forging a connection with him, his soul. His heart’s beat was unsteady, and she could feel the pain long before she started the healing. That heat worked its way to his body, spreading from her touch outward.<br/><br/>…That pain began to make its home in her, and her gaze faltered, dropping as she focused. Glass worked its way out of his hands, the cuts slowly sealing as they appeared on her own, followed by what was embedded in his face and arms. Each cut sealed just like the last, her own body taking on the injuries, the warmth of blood now mingling with the warmth she’d already contained as it made trails over her skin. His palms, once torn to shreds, became whole once more as her own looked like they’d gone through a wood chipper. And, as prepared as she was for the rest of the injuries, what came next caught her off guard, no matter how much mental prepping she did.<br/><br/>Her own body, working to heal the cuts, bruises and gashes, to seal itself off…cracked. Her back contorted, body falling to the side, but she continued to keep touching his chest, having to draw on Wryn’s energy to continue. A cry escaped her lips, but she didn’t hear it, too intent on what she was doing, trying to complete it, to finish the job. Even though her body was taking on the injuries, the amount of energy it took to complete the internals was too much to do it alone. Her body was taking the injuries without taking his away, but with that boost from Wryn, she managed. His organs returned to normal while her own mangled and flattened unnaturally, eyes fluttering as she forced herself to focus just that little bit longer until she felt he was healed.<br/><br/>“Vous êtes guéri…” she mumbled as a tired smile took hold of her lips and her body went completely limp.<br/><br/>Unconsciousness wouldn’t come, though. She hoped there’d be that release as everything tried to realign itself, but it didn’t. All she could do was will her body to heal faster and that things would go more smoothly from there on out.