Ruinil had woken up to the sound of fighting. However, she laid still and pretended that she was still asleep, and jump in if the fight started to look dangerous. Thankfully, it did not come to that and the fight ended almost as quickly as it had started. 

After the intruders left, Ruinil sat up. "... So I was right...." She murmured, she did not make eye contact and her voice held a hint of sadness. In all honesty, Ruinil had truly hoped that her prediction was wrong, but see as how things were now; this was not the case.

Ruinil got to her feet and made her way to Bartuc and stopped in front of him for a moment before kneeling down. She looked down and refused to make eye contact with him as she gently placed her hand on Bartuc's chest. Most people would find Bartuc's current appearance terrifying, however this was not why Ruinil refused to look at him. She cared not of how bloody Bartuc's appearance was, rather she couldn't bring herself to look at him. All she could do was blame herself for Bartuc's misfortune.

"I... I am sorry.... This is my fault... I should have never asked you to protect me... Now you are hurt and in pain because of my request.... I am sorry, Burtuc..." Ruinil murmured, her voice was trembling and filled with grief. As she said this a burning hot, white, light extruded from the palm of Ruinil's hand and spread throughout Bartuc's body. He would experience a great pain for a few moments but that would quickly turn to relief as the light would search out his injuries and heal the them, as well as ease the pain. The remaining wet blood sizzled then quickly evaporated. The spell sh was using was similar to that which had been used on herself prior. However, unlike Karl, Ruinil's magic was much more concentrated and more powerful. Thus having a more extreme effects and side effects.

Once healed, the light faded, however, Ruinil's hand lingered for a bit longer before she removed it. "...I am sorry..." She murmured again quietly, still looking down at the ground.