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[color=ed145b][h3]~Isabella~[/h3][/color][/center]
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Isabella continued to heal the girl as best she could silently, delicate hand running over the wounds on her neck and repeating the process once more. What was she doing? Healing her, obviously. Sort of. At least speeding up the process. She wasn't thinking about how this could look for the slave or for herself. She just wanted to help regardless of the consequences for doing so. Surely in a place such as this, something like magic wouldn't be outlawed? Or frowned upon?

Well, it didn't matter.

[color=ed145b]"...Healing..."[/color] Isabella replied quietly as the wound on the girls neck knit itself shut. [color=ed145b]"Sorry...this is...best I can do."[/color] Once she was done, Isabella pulled back quietly, observing her handiwork. It was odd, at the least. And exhausting since she hadn't had a chance to truly practice. Oh right, she should probably rebandage the wounds and find something to wipe her own hands clean of blood.

[color=ed145b]"How do you feel?"[/color] She asked as she fumbled with the bandages for a moment, having never bandaged a wound in her life.