This was the nose bizarre healing spell spell Tyrael had ever observed. It felt like a bath, which was nice, and the way it helped his wounds were soothing. The few healing spells he ever had casted on him felt like they were physically putting his skin back together which was uncomfortable and awkward, but helpful. This one was nice. When he was fully healed he was about to give his thanks when the girl collapsed. [color=00a651]”Ah shit.”[/color]

Tyrael went over to the girl and did his best to examine her condition. No obvious injuries, so no infection or poison. Her body was hot, though he’s not sure if that was normal or not for elves like her. But he was certain this may be signs of a heat stroke. Had she been neglecting to hydrate in the desert? Picking her up, Tyrael goes to take her to the skiff. She needs a cool place to rest out of the sun. [color=00a651]”Gossk, get one the boat!”[/color] 

Tyrael would board the ship and command Zastriel to find any water or medicine she could find. He would take Lynn and her surprisingly heavy staff to a shaded area, preferably a cabin of some sort, or failing that he would quickly construct a crude tent for her. He tried to remember some information he was told about heat strokes. 

First was to remove cloths, but this girl wore so little that he didn’t bother to much about that. From his own water skin he would make a few damp clothes and place on in the girl’s neck, one he put underneath her back, and two on the top of each of her thighs. Something about how these areas get the hottest first, so they need to be cooled down first. Finally, he would use what little water he had left and carefully make sure the girl was drinking. He also knew he needed a bit of salt because of how much she was sweating, but the only salt he had came in the form of salted meat. Hopefully Zastriel would find some salt cubes or medicine which might help.