Well, it was as much a request as Hermesia expected she would get out of the intimidating undead, and anything was better than being on the end of his massive and quick-healing fists. Still, she was a bit wary of using her paraslime on him in order to help him, as she still had little idea what it might do. Still it was worth a shot.<br/><span style="color: #00b3b3"><br/>
"Alright, this will be applied topically, and it should be harmless."</span><br/><br/>Casually she thrust two fingers into her mouth, and at first it seemed she was trying to make herself vomit, but the motion of her wrist and fingers made it seem more like she was rooting around the back of her jaw for something. Eventually she pulled her fingers free, now coated in a thick blue-green and jelly-like slime. There were other places she could retrieve it from, but that might not send the best message.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"Now hold still" </span>She said as she moved closer to him, noting timidly just how much smaller she  was. She took one of his massive arms in her hands and began spreading the paraslime against his pallid flesh. There wasn't much, enough to cover his upper arm in a very thin layer of slime, and it seemed to be absorbed into his flesh rapidly as the healing magic set to work. In terms of direct healing there was little it couldn't do that his own abilities couldn't do better, but it was a magical substance that worked beyond the physical and began to soothe the pains in his mind. It spread like a warm comforting feeling from where she had spread it, not nullifying the pain entirely, but putting a damper on it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>