Hand batting away some of the furiously fluttering, flying bodies, the entourage was able to break free of the cloud of bats and find brief refuge again in the fungal fields. They needed to stanch their bleeding wounds after the attack they suffered, which had done far more harm than such creatures would likely have been suspected of. The outlander had never seen such vermin in his life, heard of them in passing as large deadly winged bloodsucking parasites, but now that he had he knew better than to dismiss them as so minor foes. The breather allowed him a moment to reflect on this and gather himself too, although he knew now it would likely need be deeper than mere passing thoughts and musings on the nature of creatures that lived in the cave.

Instead, he needed to take a moment to clear his thoughts and call up that pool of soothing, otherworldly power that resided in him. If a breather was not enough for the others, the moon-touched aspirant would grant them some of what he was gifted with. The lunar aspect, the [i]Pale Lady[/i], was as much a healer as she was a destroyer; she was change after all. So this led Brannor to kneel down upon the dusted cavern floor and steady his breathing, meditating on that distant part of himself that had only ever been drawing closer, until the familiar, pale ethereal glow came at hand.

"Now," He spoke up some, keeping his powerful voice restrained but not moving from where he rest upon one knee, "If you cannot gather yourself by yourself, allow me to remove some of your wounds' bite."

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Brannor will offer some of his [i]Lay on Hands[/i] once the Hit Dice to restore health have been rolled. He will attempt to lend the most healing to the most injured still, as triage. No matter how much healing the rest of the group requires, he will save 3 out of his maximum 15 from his pool for the event of emergency.
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[@Hekazu][@Ryonara][@Gordian Nought][@Lucius Cypher][@Norschtalen]