Anduin nods in understanding, lifting his hands as he lets light pool into them and circle around his feet.
"I've heard plenty of people say the same. It seems as if something in this place is causing it. The Blood Moon, perhaps. The name certainly fits."
Blood moon inspiring blood sport. Is the moon itself connected with some deity here? Anduin feels as if he should know that, but he cannot remember. He'll have to look into it.
"Take a breath," he advises gently, then pushes the spell out. The Light sweeps over Amos, searching out any injuries it can find and rushing to sear them closed. Anduin remembers well the feel of it when he had to be healed, the way it had burned as it reset all his broken bones then soothed the pain away over and over. "There," he says finally as the spell fades. "How's that?"
He moves into a crouch, reaching to tentatively check them over again.
There's an undercurrent of nerves as he let's this happen but he thinks he'd rather have this go well and heal up quickly than to wander around in pain in a new place. So, he's going to let it happen even if it sets his teeth on edge just the slightest bit.
When he's told to take a breath, he does, holding it and waiting. And whatever Anduin does, he knows something's happening even if he can't exactly explain it. There's a warmth or a light or something and he waits and waits but he knows he's not waiting long.
When the spell fades, Amos takes a breath and feels none of the ache he'd felt before. That was...pretty amazing.
"Like I didn't just get my ribs broken." So, like it worked, it seems like that.
Ah! Anduin smiles in response, letting his hands drop away and kneeling back.
"Then you should be good. Try not to get hurt again, if you can help it."
He pushes back to his feet, offers Amos a hand to help him up.
"My name is Anduin. I live in Cassandra, if you find yourself in need again. Near Disciple's Defense, if you're familiar with it."
That seemed to be the easiest landmark, so far as he can tell, and thus the easiest thing to direct people to. He could always walk out to meet people, after all.
Hell, he doesn't really know where much is outside of that place. So, the names blur together and he mostly finds things by chance. He stretches, feeling his side and marveling at how well that worked.
"I was in Deerington for a long goddamn time. Close to a year. Maybe over it. And then I went back home for a little while and I thought that was permanent but now I'm here."
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"I've heard plenty of people say the same. It seems as if something in this place is causing it. The Blood Moon, perhaps. The name certainly fits."
Blood moon inspiring blood sport. Is the moon itself connected with some deity here? Anduin feels as if he should know that, but he cannot remember. He'll have to look into it.
"Take a breath," he advises gently, then pushes the spell out. The Light sweeps over Amos, searching out any injuries it can find and rushing to sear them closed. Anduin remembers well the feel of it when he had to be healed, the way it had burned as it reset all his broken bones then soothed the pain away over and over. "There," he says finally as the spell fades. "How's that?"
He moves into a crouch, reaching to tentatively check them over again.
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When he's told to take a breath, he does, holding it and waiting. And whatever Anduin does, he knows something's happening even if he can't exactly explain it. There's a warmth or a light or something and he waits and waits but he knows he's not waiting long.
When the spell fades, Amos takes a breath and feels none of the ache he'd felt before. That was...pretty amazing.
"Like I didn't just get my ribs broken." So, like it worked, it seems like that.
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"Then you should be good. Try not to get hurt again, if you can help it."
He pushes back to his feet, offers Amos a hand to help him up.
"My name is Anduin. I live in Cassandra, if you find yourself in need again. Near Disciple's Defense, if you're familiar with it."
That seemed to be the easiest landmark, so far as he can tell, and thus the easiest thing to direct people to. He could always walk out to meet people, after all.
"Are you --"
He hesitates, seems to reconsider.
"Have you lived here long?"
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Hell, he doesn't really know where much is outside of that place. So, the names blur together and he mostly finds things by chance. He stretches, feeling his side and marveling at how well that worked.
"I was in Deerington for a long goddamn time. Close to a year. Maybe over it. And then I went back home for a little while and I thought that was permanent but now I'm here."
So, big fuck you to him, he thinks.