At Commander Hayes' instruction to hold on to something, Ling hurriedly collapsed Kei's arms and stowed the weapon on her back. She spotted a sturdy-looking pipe and grabbed on with both hands, hoping it was enough as she planted her feet in preparation for the... crash? Whatever it was, she was thankful she'd stowed her pack securely before the fight.

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When the dust settled, Ling let go of her handhold and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

[b]"I would recommend you see our....doctors, but I get the feeling you mages have ways of taking care of yourselves which is better than just some wrapped cloth and meds. So, I will leave you to your own devices, I need to make sure my ship isn't too bad."[/b]

"Right... accounting for damage. Did that scratch end up getting worse?" The question was aimed at herself, as she examined the marks the harpy had given her. Blood was slowly staining the surrounding fabric of her tunic, and the skin was torn open in several places. "Okay, standard restorative before the adrenaline wears off and it stings less than it will later." Ling took one of the red potion vials from her belt, uncorked it, and knocked back half of its contents in one go. She tentatively poured a few drops of the rest into her open palm, and began rubbing the potion into the injury.

Ling winced as she performed the necessary work: the liquid stung where it met the quickly-closing gashes. But the blood flow ceased almost instantly, leaving a patch of red-raw skin. Good enough. Shame she couldn't fix the holes in her tunic. Recognising the fact that she couldn't do much about that - unless they invented a Fabric Element - she held out the half-full potion vial, looking to her fellow mages. "Anyone need a pick-me-up after that little adventure?"