[<strong>Morgan</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1028609)]<br/><br/>She was just about to stand up, content with her immaculate performance, when Beatrix approached her. She was just about to give a big grin and say some sort of cocky joke when the other joined lips with her. Eyes wide and a string of saliva hanging from her lower lip as they separated and she watched her walk away. She wasn't religious or anything but<em>gods damn</em>.<br/><br/>"I'll be sure to uhm-<br/><em>shit</em>..."<br/><br/>She stammered a little before standing up, brushing the dust off her knees before bounding over to were Iefyr lay, lighter on her feet than before despite not having closed her own wounds yet. As she knelt and rubbed her hands together to make the glow again she glanced up at Beatrix' words, wide eyed again but with another type of shock this time.<br/><br/>"You speak of killing? As they harmless lay?<br/>That is a tad bit villainous, I'd say..."<br/><br/>She lets her hands caress Iefyr's wounds, multicolored threads of aether mending them as she sings softly.<br/><br/>"♩ A stroke as gentle as a feather~<br/>I'll catch a rainbow from the sky ♫<br/>♪ and tie the ends together..."<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 Iefyr, 1d8+3 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=99585)</div></div>