She was a conjurer, this much was clear. He had been trained in the art enough to recognize what she was doing, but her skill clearly surpassed his. She spoke like a sylph. He supposed her clan lived deep in the Shroud, having more contact with the enigmatic beings than with other namegivers.Â
She gazed at his leg, her hands radiating the telltale warmth of aetheric healing. The burning pain in his legs receded until it was just a dull ache, and he felt a little strength returning. He shifted, sitting up, and grunted with the effort. His head no longer swam, but it was clear he wasn't going to be traveling far on his own.
"Thank you", he said, a little of his usual smoothness returning to his voice. "I'm indebted to you, but I'm afraid I must impose on you a little longer." He began to struggle to his feet, the strain showing in his voice. "Could you... help me up", he gasped, reaching out for her hand.
She gazed at his leg, her hands radiating the telltale warmth of aetheric healing. The burning pain in his legs receded until it was just a dull ache, and he felt a little strength returning. He shifted, sitting up, and grunted with the effort. His head no longer swam, but it was clear he wasn't going to be traveling far on his own.
"Thank you", he said, a little of his usual smoothness returning to his voice. "I'm indebted to you, but I'm afraid I must impose on you a little longer." He began to struggle to his feet, the strain showing in his voice. "Could you... help me up", he gasped, reaching out for her hand.
