[center][h1][b]Iraleth Kyrios[/b][/h1][/center]

Iraleth frowned at both the professor's words and Davil's response. She [i]should[/i] intervene, but she didn't know [i]how[/i] to. If she knew how to extend her barrier to Davil, she would. A minute passed in which Iraleth couldn't think of a solution, and she resigned herself to Davil's fate, murmuring a quick prayer under her breath for his well-being. He was overeager and overbearing, to be certain. But that didn't mean he deserved grievous injury. 

"[b]F̶͉͗̊̀̔å̴̡͖͖̝̓͘ĺ̶̖̳̗̌͝k̷̝͍̺͚͙͋̆͒̽̕r̵̢͙͖͙͝i̶͍͘s̷̻͚͔͌̂̈̔, I invoke.[/b]"

Everything turned bright, and Iraleth took a moment to evaluate the area once the flash had faded. That moment didn't last long, as Davil's pained screams confirmed her fears. She shot Professor Alto a withering glare for his seeming nonchalance at the situation before nodding to Ciara.

[b]"Of course I can. Not as well as a dedicated cleric, but it should be enough to stabilize him."[/b] She confirmed to whatever the girl was, before striding forward and gently nudging Chloe aside. 

[b]"Move. I'll provide triage."[/b] Iraleth knelt down, joining Chunji as he began diagnosing her. His arm was obviously broken. Ciara wasn't wrong when she noted that Davil probably had injured ribs in some way. She'd focus on that first, then. 

[b]"Davil. I'm going to begin mending your ribs. The process may bring relief, but [i]hold still[/i] until I say to move, otherwise you risk complications."[/b] Holy essence began to pool at the fingertips of her gauntlets, and she laid her hands over the boy's chest. Healing magic began to flow through him, the conceptual essence of mending being channeled. 

A bead of sweat poured down Iraleth's brow as she continued to channel. 

[b]"Chunji. Otis. If you two can heal, handle his arms. The ribcage will take up most of my attention and ability. Healing magic was never my forte outside of immediate first aid."[/b]


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