@M0CKlNGMASK — anything, but healing is really not my specialty, I'm afraid," she admitted, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"here." when the bowl is filled, she presses it into his hands, hoping the warmth from its contents with help get his shivering down even just a little bit.
"can you—
@M0CKlNGMASK — healing some broken bones would not be the death of her.
"you're freezing," she murmured, pulling her own cloak from her shoulders to wrap around him.
@M0CKlNGMASK — only imagine. . . a warm meal wasn't much, but it was something.
"here, let me—" she doesn't even finish her sentence, ignoring the protests of her companions as she healed the mess that was the survivor's hands. healing was not her specialty, and it / was / draining, but—
@M0CKlNGMASK —
"hold on! it'll just be a little longer, we'll get you out of there!" she continued throwing rocks to the side, golden blood staining pristine white gloves as she reached out and grabbed the man's hand. pulling him from the ruins, a frown could be seen under the flowing—