<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ujZxFTS.png?1)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ophelia Hearth-Walker (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333791)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>lacey red/black panties, girl's uniform, armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>mill<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ana, Morgan, Ceri, open<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>8/8 (non lethal: 3) -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>SP:</strong>3/6 -<strong>Souls:</strong>6/7<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Empowered Abilities: +1 Caster Level at 1/2 spell points<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>cast Cure on Ceri (6hp)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>As soon as she finished her healing spell on Morgan, Ophelia wasted no time kneeling down beside Ceri. Her palm pressed down firmly into her chest, having to squeeze down on her massive mammaries to get close to the fox's heart, "Reditus Vitalis" she whispered. The "strumming" of her fingers against Ceri's soft flesh could have easily been mistaken for groping, had the circumstances not been as serious as they were. A chilling cold sensation wracked Ceri's body, the opposite of the gentle warmth of the tiny spirit, yet strangely the uncanny restitching of her body felt much more solid and secure than the temporary salve of Ophelia's previous spell. Once the spell finished another wave of draining fatigue hit her, again as though coming from a sprint. She had to use her staff to support herself as she rose up to her feet. Both her body and magic reserves were being worn down, quickly, "damn...I can still only manage this much..." she panted, feeling frustrated at her own limits. Still as she burned through her energy she could feel the power that still remained start to swell and simmer, the vestiges growing stronger as though to take up the open space inside her.