[She's had something of a peek at the books on flowers in the libraries by now. Her off-hand knowledge is limited but she knows the blues tend to lean to — well. The blues.
She takes a seat at his side, still holding on. I forget if this is before or after power returns so I'm deciding after: with one hand to his back, she casts Cure Wounds.
His chest will clear and his throat will feel soothed, as if he's drunk tea with divine honey. The petals will stop for the moment. All ailment gone.]
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She takes a seat at his side, still holding on. I forget if this is before or after power returns so I'm deciding after: with one hand to his back, she casts Cure Wounds.
His chest will clear and his throat will feel soothed, as if he's drunk tea with divine honey. The petals will stop for the moment. All ailment gone.]
Don't be sorry. You're not troubling me at all.
Were you hiding back there?