Melvus wasn't paying attention as Sister Agnes went about healing his comrades. His thoughts were rather shifty, he had lost a considerable amount of blood, there was a small puddle forming at his feet. [I]He pierced the muscle, there will be more blood than most other wounds...[/i] He wasn't going to ask to be healed, if no one offered to heal his wound then he would wrap it with a bandage and make a stop at the apothecary shop. [I]Healing magic is a beautiful thing... Hugh's wounds closed within minutes and where the blood flowed, it had ceased...[/i] 

After a healing a few minor, and a few more major, wounds the good sister made herself scarce with a promise of returning soon. After a few minutes had passed, Agnes returned to the scene with the man who ran the apothecary shop. They began passing around vials and potions of different sorts. The man handed Melvus and the other Wizard, [i]Did he call himself Zach? That's a curious name...[/i], two vials each. He said that they were mage armor potions and explained their effects. Melvus realized that his head really hurt. [I]I've lost a lot of blood... It doesn't help that I didn't sleep last night...[/i]

The potions remonded him of something the Aesil would use called 'Angel's Raiment'. He fumbled to get the vials into the inner-folds of his robes. After a few minutes, nearly everyone was healed but Melvus and a few others. Though most of the other members of the party were in more serious situations than that of Melvus, the she-elf, approached him.

"Relax, I'm about to heal you." Melvus elected to say nothing, no protest as Sana had and no pride. Mvus didn't posses healing abilities, he would have to rely on his new comrades for a great many things, healing was one of them. His arm became warm, then cool, as the wound was mended. When she had finished Melvus opened his mouth, "Thanks yo-" then he passed out.