[center][h2][b][color=#d31c0a]Deo’Irah[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

The sting of the energy flowing through her was intensely familiar, at this point, and though it should have been an unpleasant sensation to her, knowing that enduring it would give somebody a chance to live their life that had almost been cruelly taken away instead made it feel like a worthy burden, something she truly carried with pride. Thankfully, she had been blessed with a much greater resistance to it than most, and she would still be able to call upon Kinder’s powers again if more grievous wounds were present elsewhere–especially if the background chatter she could hear about the Healer being missing was true. Lhirin’s hypothesis was right, then–but she wasn’t surprised. He was far cannier at that sort of thing than anyone she’d ever met–though a few of her… colleagues came quite close.

[color=#d31c0a][i][b]”Thank you, Kinder–he should direct his thanks to you, in truth, but I know that neither of us do what we do for thanks. I may only take credit for the will that may bring you here, but I also believe that that is all Reina ultimately wants of us: to want her mercy to be here, in our hearts and in our world.”[/b][/i][/color] Irah allowed herself to muse while the work was done, but as she felt the telltale rash begin to appear beneath her fingers she knew it was time to stop, and pulled away. The convulsions were not irregular for injuries such as this, and Irah reflexively moved to steady him with her other hand. Before she’d gotten particularly far he’d stopped, however, though she did choose to continue the motion, dropping both of the vials in her free palm onto the bed before bringing it to his and holding it gently.

[color=#d31c0a][b]“Shh, shh–please, you must rest. It is my honour to bring Reina’s mercy to you, but the gift has its price: the taint. Focus on breathing.”[/b][/color] Irah smiled in return, her expression a practised mask of kindliness. Though the slight smile that graced her lips was genuine, there was an intensity to how her eyes examined the rest of him for injuries more closely. She couldn’t judge his weight accurately beneath the armour, but if he were fit enough for combat she didn’t think they’d have to worry about using a healing potion for the rest of his injuries–better to let the surgeon do her work knitting flesh and conserve her magical supplies for more serious injuries. 

[color=#d31c0a][b]“I’m going to attend the others, but call if you need me.”[/b][/color] Irah spoke, letting out a deeply held breath of her own as she took a few deep breaths of her own, looking into his eyes to help him focus and match her rhythm. As she focused, she reached her will out to the water in the air, condensing it into a few droplets of cool water upon the man’s brow. She continued to focus until she’d condensed a small orb of water, floating just to her side, and a tendril of it flowed down towards the man’s mouth, for him to drink if he wished–the water would remain at his lips unless he motioned to drink. After a few seconds she squeezed his hand gently before scooping the vials back up and moving to where Madara was working, placing one of them down a little distance away from the supplies that she’d set out. She left just as quickly, turning on her heel, but said as she did so: [color=#d31c0a][b]“Healing potion–use it freely.”[/b][/color]

Irah turned her attention next to the man with the compound fracture. Injuries like this were nasty and needed to be cleaned before they could be fixed magically. Irah could do it with steam, if truly necessary, but it would be extremely painful–there were better methods, especially with the surgeon and her plethora of options. She was careful not to touch him unless necessary to adjust him and get a better look at the extent of the damage, but made sure to bring a similar stream of water to his lips and motioned for him to drink freely as she examined his wounds more closely.