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[witherstalk]

Brigham & Dáithí Lavellan

( Working for the church while your family dies, you take what they give you, and you keep it inside. )

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[witherstalk]

Daithi raises his gaze as Brigham speaks. — averts his attention, watching the man's robes, instead. He hums in answer. Then: "how's your mana?" he asks, avoiding the subject. Behind them, their companions use the lull to tend each other as well.

[theodies]

He watches Daithi for a moment, quiet too and thoughtful. His hand lingers for a moment perhaps longer than necessary, magic fading. His voice is gentle when he answers; "It will recover." It is exhausted for the moment, much like he suspects the Herald's is, and their other mage companions. The healer glances to the others; they will require tending, too, once they have a moment, but their need is not dire. Brigham's attentions remain then, perhaps selfishly, with the Herald. "How are your hurts?" he asks, soft.