[<strong>Morgan</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br/><br/>Morgan watches the goblin she was facing bubble with rage, only to be cut low by a bolt from yonder. She grinned wide and turned on her heel to make a boast when she saw Mya slumped to the ground. And Iefyr as well. Her grin took on more of a panicked edge as she slid towards Mya who was closer, snapping her fingers in a frantic beat as her hands began glowing.<br/><br/>"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,<br/>Which we ascribe to the Divine."<br/><br/>She holds her hands out and lays them on Mya's unmoving body, the echoes of her rapid snaps lingering as the felling arrow is pushed out of the wound and closing it behind to mend her flesh. She grinned, quite pleased with herself.<br/><br/>"It would seem to me that I have the touch of saints...<br/>Make haste Beatrix and mend Iefyr thusly as well!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cure Wounds on Mya, 1d8+3 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99193)</div></div>