Sophie places a hand on Quitxi, wherever the injury seems worst from the spray of shotgun pellets. If it's a general wide spread, she merely grips the rogue's shoulder in a comradely fashion, praying to Kord.<br/><br/>"Commander Kord, please remove the injuries of this lady who assisted me in battle, taking an injury because she valiantly chose to battle them."<br/><br/>There is a pulse of pale light, and the pellets are forced out, dropping to the floor with a light rattling sound, and the skin closes up, the muscle and blood vessels likewise repairing, and all bruising gone.<br/><br/>"There you are. Good as new, though I wish I could say the same for your clothes there."<br/><br/>She grins, her eyes lighting up again, and gives a friendly pat on the back to Quitxi.<br/><br/>(Cure Light Wounds: Minimum I could roll is 7, which is more than the 5 points of damage.)