"Oh my goodness..."<br/><br/>It's all Alyssa can think to say as Chrrou lumbers to his feet, in defiance of her advice and, from the looks of it, his own body's as well. How he has either the willpower or the stamina to move in his condition, she can't begin to guess- even watching him is painful for her. But, if he insists on moving, helping him along is the least she can do. Focusing herself, Alyssa reaches a hand out to Chrrou and tries again to form a proper incantation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Guardian of man and nature, lend to this champion before us-</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Chrrou gives another deep grumble, and slaps a claw over one of his self-inflicted wounds. The gash, and those near it, begin knitting themselves up, leaving a very faint scar surrounded by a splash of drying blood.</div></blockquote><br/>But before she can complete her prayer to heal her ally, Chrrou takes matters into his own hands - er, claws - and begins patching his own wounds himself. It seems the druid is more self-sufficient than she had expected... Alyssa withdraws her hand, her prayer unfinished, and gives Chrrou a nod of acknowledgment.<br/><br/>"If you're alright, I suppose I should check after the others," she says. "Heshaar, will you make sure he remains still for the moment? Some of his wounds could still re-open." Turning away from the druid and his wolf, she heads over to Auralia and Rihyan... and Buso, held between them. It seems her celestial allies have not yet decided how to handle the cat warrior, or at least have set aside his judgment until wounds are tended.<br/><br/>"Are both of you well?" she asks. "Chrrou is attending to his own wounds, but if either of you require assistance..."