Gered sank to a knee next to Zitka, chanting a prayer he expended a cure serious wounds on her for added effect, then clenched his forehead and shook it, as if winded from casting spells all day. "Just a bit more, I promise I won't let anything happen to you..."<br/><br/>Muttering under his breath to Zitka he glared at her through his fingertips while feigning to hold his head in fatigue. "You owe me so much for this ... I might do you in the ass later as payment..."