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Kyreth's words were barely heard, but just the sight of his hands was enough of a response. Great Goddess, he was lucky he hadn't burned his hands off! This wasn't the first time she had healed an errant fire Aetherborn's self-inflicted wounds, but she wished he had given her some warning of his element. She assumed it was likely earth or something as timid as him, but instead he had something quite dangerous. She had half a mind to offer a lecture on basic aetherial principles--they helped her out a lot when she first started, though she wasn't sure he was as academically interested.

Eila gingerly brushed his wrists up to his hands, guiding his aether up. She usually enjoyed watching skin repair itself--as morbid as wounds were, she still liked to watch her magic work--but as she heard Cerric, she held back a groan. She would much rather get to the root of whatever that [i]thing[/i] was. What if it attacked them again? What if it was drawn to the cargo? What if they would encounter it again on their way back? Then what?

Ceolfric seemed to agree with Cerric, much to her surprise. Then again, it was probably the smart thing to do. She dropped her hands from Kyreth's, healing complete, and took in a deep breath to calm herself down. [color=palegreen]"Let us away,"[/color] She said, though not before hastily taking Liliann's wrists in her hands--sunburn or not, she wasn't going to allow the poor thing to stay in pain. It was the one thing she was good for, anyway. Once finished, she released the girl, motioning towards the cart. She broke into a jog, figuring it was better to join Esvelee sooner than later.

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