Castitas quickly healed Markus the best she could, still not being able to calm herself. She cried continuously even when she helped Markus witht his wounds. "I'm s-sorry." She kept messing up he3r magic, not being able to control it with her will and heart broken.
Whisper came near her, lapping her cheeks to rid it off her salty tears. "Let me help..." He smiled at her, taking her place at the young knight's side. His eyes glowed red as he knitted Markus' skin together with his magic. "There, there." He comforted the priestess. "Though it may have seemed impossible, the son of a bitch is fine." He glared at the knight, a smirk curling on his face. "Maybe I should deal with the Minotaur, since you seem too weak for the task."