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Clarissa let out a sigh of relief as the bandits fell one after another. Despite the fervor of the surrounding chaos, they were functioning well as a unit. Hopefully that would mean the quick acting Prince would learn for the next encounter and rely on his comrades in arms for the next ambush rather than dashing into the midst of multiple opponents. She stood from where she had knelt, intent on fixing up the Prince, but found him snatched away in wisps of magic. She panicked for a moment before she realized his destination was none other than Professor Tomai and she turned his attention as a healing concoction was shoved into his hand. 

She sighed as magic swept over her, a soothing calm in the midst of the gore and despair. She’d always felt healing magic like a blanket; something safe and calm and sturdy no matter what you’d suffered, a guarantee that you’d be there to see the next sunrise, something no cold or dark could conquer. She hadn’t yet been injured, and frankly she’d care to keep it that way, but she basked in the sensation of wholeness nonetheless. 

However, respite couldn’t last for long as they were now faced with a new problem: an absolute behemoth of a man facing down their lines, axe dripping an obscene amount of blood. Clarrissa pinched herself, just to make sure she was actually in her right mind at the moment and not hallucinating. She didn’t know it was actually possible for people to reach that… She couldn’t do much more than gape at how fast the man reacted, moving as if he was half his weight and swinging as if he was thrice his size. She watched as Isolde barely deflected a hit meant for Derec but that hadn’t meant the pair were in the clear. Instead, the monster used Isolde as a projectile and threw her hard enough that Derec and Isolde flew through a wall! 

Clarissa swore violently under her breath, trusting Auberon, Jorah, and the others to keep that monster’s attention long enough that she could get them back on their feet and get well out of that thing’s range. If that thing so much as sneezed in her direction, Clarissa was certain she’d meet the Goddess much faster than she cared to. She tore off towards the pair, skidding to a halt as she found Derec carrying Isolde like nothing more than a sack of potatoes. The poor boy was clearly in pain and she gave out a disapproving click of her tongue.

[color=FF650E]“Goddess above, put that poor woman down before you injure yourselves more!”[/color] Clarissa commanded after a sigh of relief. She helped Derec get Isolde back off the ground, grimacing at the state of her. Isolde was in rough shape and guilt blossomed in her stomach. Here Isolde lay, one foot in the grave, after Clarissa convinced her to come. Clarissa promised she’d have her country woman’s back and the first thing she does is run off to help a bumbling idiot.

A prayer mumbled under her breath and her fingers spun her faith into the magic circle, all the love and comfort and purpose she found in the goddess pouring into her spell. Healing light surrounded Isolde, coaxing injuries within and without to seal and easing the biting pain and muscle aches. It was the best she could do for now, in the midst of combat and danger surrounding them, but it should get her back on her feet. [color=FF650E] “You’re incredibly brave, Isolde. The way you deflected that blow was amazing.”[/color] She apologized to her housemate as the spell finished. 

[color=FF650E] “Now that she’s out of mortal danger…”[/color] She turned a critical eye on Derec. While he clearly wasn’t in as poor shape as poor Isolde, he was clearly hurting. [color=FF650E] “Let’s get you back into shape. Though I’m not sure most people would have been able to get up, much less carry someone else, after accidentally discovering a new way through a wall. I’m quite impressed.”[/color] She chuckled, repeating the process as she cast a healing spell over Derec.