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"Ah jeh, salutations Gilwyn. Paerdon, but I suppose-" Luciel began before the words held on the tip of his tongue, about to have made so simple a line like 'I suppose most people did not survive the crash' into a joke. Somewhat ashamed of their thoughts, Luci stammered another clearing of their throat to convincingly play off a break with the pain of an injury...the group having miraculously survived a crash, after all. "Excuse me. As I was saying, I suppose...ehm...vee are zee most now...Sev" they darkly chuckled with a tone wholly aware of the humor they were making in an apologetic manner, attempting to link the survivors together rather than drive a separation so soon.
"Ehn velcomen, Morgan. I vould prefer zee customs ouf zeh land, myself. First names ehn all, ah?" Luciel spoke, their tone bolstered by another person, and an opportunity to escape the awkwardness they'd been in the process of creating with the fairly handsome, if in a rugged way, half-elf. The limp was not lost to the tiefling who had watched the approach and took their hands out of their coat pockets, nervously wringing their hands for a brief moment before voicing their thoughts. "Sehr Jeets had expressed 'fixing us up' at zeh tent on zee hill," he began, looking a ways off to the peak of a tent some ways away that Jeets was still on the way towards by now. Luciel then continued, "I haf... means ouf sortink you in such a manner zeht zee hill vould be less ouf an obstacle in your state," they then lowered themselves to a knee, placing their hands upon their own chest. Having the luxury of time, the spell could be properly focused. Each hand pulled to their respective side as Luciel inhaled deeply, small sparks of white kicking up between his fingers before exhaling and brining his hands together on Morgan's injured leg, stopping a mere inch from his knee. The sparks calmed to a somewhat pale amber glow that slowly dimmed as the restorative essence of Arcane Respite was spent, seeping into Morgan's body. The focus would begin on his bad leg and work its way throughout from there in a subtle ripple. Tiny clicks of cartilage slipping back into place and ligaments recomposing emanated from Morgan's knee and leg in response until the magic faded and Luci's hands swung down to his sides as he stood. Certainly there was more that could be done, but the expenditure should have been sufficient as to alleviate the pain hinted to with their limp.
Turning back to Sev, Luciel briefly bowed their head and scanned the shore as if expecting more to arrive in the time they were taking to collect themselves. "Eh-ehn vill zehr be anyszink for you...Sev?" they started to offer, having to pause and remind themselves of their supposedly preferred name before continuing, "Zee nurse iz attendink~" with a coy chirp to their tone. Their hands fidgeted with the fingers of the other in some eager nervousness, finding some solace in being able to help whomever he could. The shaded veil of their eyewear aside, the tiefling's eyes were a difficult read with how the inky blackness easily camouflaged how their pupils looked the half-elf over, mostly for any obvious sign of injury...mostly.
"Ehn velcomen, Morgan. I vould prefer zee customs ouf zeh land, myself. First names ehn all, ah?" Luciel spoke, their tone bolstered by another person, and an opportunity to escape the awkwardness they'd been in the process of creating with the fairly handsome, if in a rugged way, half-elf. The limp was not lost to the tiefling who had watched the approach and took their hands out of their coat pockets, nervously wringing their hands for a brief moment before voicing their thoughts. "Sehr Jeets had expressed 'fixing us up' at zeh tent on zee hill," he began, looking a ways off to the peak of a tent some ways away that Jeets was still on the way towards by now. Luciel then continued, "I haf... means ouf sortink you in such a manner zeht zee hill vould be less ouf an obstacle in your state," they then lowered themselves to a knee, placing their hands upon their own chest. Having the luxury of time, the spell could be properly focused. Each hand pulled to their respective side as Luciel inhaled deeply, small sparks of white kicking up between his fingers before exhaling and brining his hands together on Morgan's injured leg, stopping a mere inch from his knee. The sparks calmed to a somewhat pale amber glow that slowly dimmed as the restorative essence of Arcane Respite was spent, seeping into Morgan's body. The focus would begin on his bad leg and work its way throughout from there in a subtle ripple. Tiny clicks of cartilage slipping back into place and ligaments recomposing emanated from Morgan's knee and leg in response until the magic faded and Luci's hands swung down to his sides as he stood. Certainly there was more that could be done, but the expenditure should have been sufficient as to alleviate the pain hinted to with their limp.
Turning back to Sev, Luciel briefly bowed their head and scanned the shore as if expecting more to arrive in the time they were taking to collect themselves. "Eh-ehn vill zehr be anyszink for you...Sev?" they started to offer, having to pause and remind themselves of their supposedly preferred name before continuing, "Zee nurse iz attendink~" with a coy chirp to their tone. Their hands fidgeted with the fingers of the other in some eager nervousness, finding some solace in being able to help whomever he could. The shaded veil of their eyewear aside, the tiefling's eyes were a difficult read with how the inky blackness easily camouflaged how their pupils looked the half-elf over, mostly for any obvious sign of injury...mostly.