“You’ll live”
“Wha- when the hell did you get here?”
The ranger’s startled tone made the blond chuckle. Auren crossed the length of the small tent in a few steps, bringing the bowl and cloth with him as he sat down beside the injured archer.
“I come and go, and I have my ways.” He gave the other elf an amused smile. “You should know that by now. Here, turn your head so I can clean that. What happened?”
Keir side-eyed the odd healer before doing as he was told, tipping his head to the side so Auren could see to the gash at his temple. “Nothing worth talking about.”
The hum Auren made caused him to continue after a sigh. “Iron horde scouts.. We thought we cleared out the camp by the gate but we might have-” he winced, “missed some.”
“Looks like they only just missed you.” The priest teased, earning a grunt from the ranger. He dabbed the wound with a wet cloth, peering at it once the area was clean. “How do you feel?”
“..Fine?”
“So no numbness? Headache? Pain anywhere?”
“Why?”
“You never know.” Auren shrugged, brushing his hair over his shoulder and leaning back to look at the other elf more fully. As if making a sudden decision he threw a hand out and pushed it against Keir’s forehead. The ranger jumped and then frowned, glaring from between Auren’s fingers.
Auren grinned, “I guess I could heal you just to make sure.” The words had barely left his mouth before Keir could feel warmth spreading from his forehead down, a quick rush through his frame. More probing than healing, despite the priest’s flippant words. Yet, the unamused frown remained.
“Done!” Auren leaned back, pulling his hand away. “I think you’ll live.”
Keir’s response was less than enthused. “Gee thanks.”