[color=Salmon][h3][u]Mar[/u][/h3][/color]
Mar didn’t like waiting and watching. The whole time the battle played out,  her eyes narrowed with tension and thick frustration, as it was clear Grey was at a serious disadvantage. With each turn, the man seemed to have fallen in worse condition and ended up being damaged beyond most normal human ability. A few times she tried to rise only to have the demon’s hoof press deeper on her hip, pinning her in place. The Naga gritted her teeth and bit back the desire to slam her twitching tail right into the demon’s side, although it was mending her wounds.   

After another few layers, most her skin was back to its original state though more reddish in color and sensitive to the air. Her muscles flexed, her torso slowly lifting herself up as she pushed herself upright again. Mar’s eyes shifted to spot the demonomacer  taking off into the woods, followed by his demon, making her teeth grit in anger. [i]Why did he protect them? What was the point?[/i]  It didn’t make sense and the more she pondered over it, the more questions that popped into her head. Sadly by the time she got up the demonomancer  had already fled, no where to be seen with only the droplets of blood left in his wake. Althaus, who had rushed to herself, was standing over her hunched over body, worry over his expression undeterred by the fact he had lost a hand. Her eyes felt sick lingering on the severed stump. Her hand gingerly reached and touched the cauterized remain, fingers examining the flesh while cursing herself for neglecting her vitamancy in healing. Though even at a novice level, she couldn’t revive a whole hand. Not even reattached the old. 

Still, she tried while her fingers sent tingling down the nerves and limb, resisting the urge to slap Althalus. Instead she berated him verbally absentmindedly, her tone pissed and upset at his carelessness. [color=salmon]“You shouldn’t have done that! That was the most idiotic and … being a stupid male! Now how do I explain this to Lyn, how I couldn’t… couldn’t protect you?”[/color] 

the last bit she nearly choked on because of her pride, but she managed to swallow it down and bite through it. Althalus would feel the veins start to seal off and skin to slowly grow over, though nothing of a notable degree quite yet. Inward she was aware of her surroundings, from Leith’s  wobbly and weakened approach to Grey throwing up his last meal, until at last the former spoke. 

[color=salmon]“Death is never pretty, be grateful you're not numb to it yet.”[/color] Mar stated while she tried to mend Althalus’ hand the best she could, her eyes looking at it carefully with disdain at her lacking skills.