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Alula was a bit shocked by his sudden invite into some sort of group. She hadn't been paying any attention while the others were speaking, and now she just felt more confused and a little sick. She wasn't sure what the man meant by group and had no idea who he was referring to when he said 'us'. She took a step back. "Uh..." She spoke slurred, hazy eyes looking from the man to the gnome. She had wished the paladin would walk out of the tavern already, he would likely have something reassuring and wise to say. Instead she just stuttered for a moment.

"A man of wisdom and strength is rare, but without check is dangerous." She spoke into the rim of her hat.

Well she was just making the situation here worse, she stuttered again. "Perhaps... if I could speak with the...paladin...or knew...more about this...group..."

And things only got more hectic as a voice spoke to her.

"The man weeps and drinks to numb a pain that will never leave."

Alula suspected the half-elf, seeing how he had just bought that pretty bottle of liquor. Perhaps he weeps for his scarf? Which Alula only now realized she was still holding onto. She should go return it. She excused herself from the gnome and man with a grunt and went to find the half-elf. It didn't take her long to find him, he was extremely emotional at the moment. She stood still for a few moments, not sure how to approach the situation. But after a few seconds of not thinking she crouched down next to him, his scarf in her outstretched hands.

"Forgive me if my hands tremble; you are the most beautiful thing I have ever known."

An argument ensued in her head.

"Pothoc malai! You cannot have her say that! Why would you do that? You know she cannot! You endanger her!"

Meanwhile Alula was looking at the half-elf with confusion, trying to make sense of what what happening in her head. She didn't recall saying anything, so why were they so upset? She pulled the brim of her hat down over her eyes. "Here is your...scarf back...thank you...for letting me...wear it."
I'm warning you right now, it's about to get cute but Alula is a bit busy dealing with *~*~*other things*~*~*~ to pursue a relationship. (Hehehehehe)
Hmm now the real question is do I drop my cute bomb now or later
Question: How much do you think I got healed for? Rough estimate?


Well your hands are no longer cut and you aren't bleeding, but it's up to the DM to decide health restored

I'm making Separ and Furnance look away, if they try and sneak peeks their eyes are gonna burn
Alula listened to the bleeding man and the gnome chat for a moment. The gnome was rightfully concerned for the man's hands, were were in worse shape then when Alula decided to leave the bar. She knew she could heal, but was reluctant. Healing magic took a lot of energy, something she was severely lacking at the moment, and it was the man's own fault by taking his fists to a knife fight. And yet today she had already received such kindness, maybe it was time for her to return some.

She walked over to the two, glancing around. The three of them were out of view of the street, and if she worked fast enough before anyone left the bar she would be fine. She pulled the brim, of her hat down over her eyes, briefly remembering that it was the bleeding man who returned it to her. And then she spoke.

"I can heal your...injuries...but only on...one condition..." She slurred. "I want you both to...look away for a moment..." She paused adding in: "uh...for your own good..."

Once they both did this Alula took a deep breath and rolled up the sleeves of her robe. She took the bleeding man's hands in her hands and began to speak in a strange language.

"ava'yorn mobi sia ominak ui alula vur si tuor ekess irisv nomeno malai"

Her hands and arms began to glow, and Separ would likely feel some stinging and stretching as the skin of his hands reformed. But the pain of healing was nothing in comparison to the pain of cutting. It didn't take long, the wounds were fresh and in a concentrated area. Soon Alula was finished, releasing the man's hands and rolling her sleeves back down over her arms. She felt winded but tried to speak anyway as she tugged down her hat.

"There....you go....be more...careful."
@gammaflux get ready for some glowy magic
I was about to volunteer Alula to heal your hands but i forgot to choose heal as one of my skills (hehe woops). She had the cure light wounds spell in dnd though. I mean who doesn't take that spell?

EDIT WAIT I DID TAKE HEAL HERE? NICe
Yeah I'm out, it's wicked late. Have fun searthing my posts for hints I keep hiding
I'm about to head out too
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