Getting up Xha'li dusted the sand of his legs and headed off into the camp towards where the Aether had felt...off. Arriving he found a tent with sigils scorched into its hide and bone fetishes hanging from it along with what was apparently a guard. Walking up Xha'li inclined his head respectfully while he reigned in his own aether to prevent it from interfering with any magic being worked with and spoke softly, "I'm guessing this is the healers tent? I came to see how the injured tribeswomen was doing and to offer my assistance as a healer if it was needed."
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