Yes, well, right now he needed a healer, not a pep talk. The Inquisitor was holding onto the wound at his side where he’d been struck. The area was clear of enemies now, but that didn’t mean there hadn’t been wounded, and Kaaras was one of them.
He tried desperately not to be impatient, considering there were others wounded–and he would rather them be healed first anyway. As a qunari, he had a much higher pain threshold, and a much thicker hide to pierce as well. Alas, he was not invincible.
“That’s very spiritual of you,” he said through gritted teeth, a hiss in his voice–but not at the healer, no–it was because he was in pain, his hand now covered in blood.
“I’m afraid words alone cannot heal this, though…”
“ you are correct, while words may heal many things, and damage equally, they will not mend this wound . “
volthen looked intently at the qunari, his brow beading with sweat as he tensed from the pain. she took her hands and with one she held his--blood smearing between them. she held his hand gently, her thumb rubbing his skin slightly to soothe. while doing this, her other hand deftly pressed against the wound, just a slight pressure so as not to disturb. a blue light emitted from underneath this hand, illuminating her fingers.
“ there will be a tugging, as the severed sides of the wound mold back together . “
she took but a moment, and it was done. she smiled at the qunari and continued holding his hand, but took the hand from the wound and placed it over her other one.
“ how is the pain now ? I can offer a spell which would relieve anything lingering, for a short time . it may also make you feel drowsy . “
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