caduceus’ touch holds the kind of warm that trickles throughout the body, similar to her own magic and uncanny all at once. it’s not enough – she can still feel the deepest bruises to her ribs – but the open wounds stitch back together and the lighter bruises pale to a yellow-ish purple. for the state the rest of them are in though and the effort to make it out in one piece it has to be enough. it’s enough to promise a night’s rest until she can prepare something a little stronger in the light of the new morning.
with the other cleric turning their attention to beau, jester turns her own to @lunaerising once more, “ there, see? i told you it was nothing cayleb. it’s not a big deal, really! ” and even though the change in her posture does hurt it’s not a lie – she’d done it without thinking and would do it again in an instant. not when the alternative was him taking the hit…
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