"It's just a little cut, it's not… oh. I guess that's deeper than I thought." - Whichever version you prefer
@anderwelt / @windwithinmyveins
Tae was far more formidable out front, whereas Gale was never one to take a stand on the front lines. As a wizard, he was far more powerful in the back with an array of spells - fireball, lightning, force. Yet, Gale had spent too much of his energy and focus on attack and neglected to maintain their defence.
A costly mistake. Gale saw a flash of silver fly past Tae before he could utter a word. The next spell was a fierce Thunderwave to clear away the last of the cultists. The heat of the battle quelled to warm embers, with many of their assailants dead or at least drawing close to it, but Gale took little notice. The wizard swiftly approached Tae and grimaced at the sight of blood dripping down their leg and pooling at their feet.
"Gods. Hold on," Gale muttered, realising the terrible timing of not possessing a single spell of restoration. He didn't hesitate to shove a hand into his pouch and sift through the contents before withdrawing a potion of healing. He passed it over to Tae while popping off the cork with his thumb. "Quick, take this. I'll keep pressure on the wound." A hand rested on the other's back as Gale removed his cloak to press against the wound. "Just sit down, control your breathing, and let the potion work its magic."
