[Adra's eyes flick from Charlie's face to his leg, then back up to meet his eyes again. The man is not in a good situation--but he's not an irreparable situation, either.
The creep and whisper of unkind things in the tunnels has not escaped Adrasteius, which is why he mutters something inaudible as he kneels beside the injured man. A dome-shaped shield rises over the two of them, shimmering brightly with golden light. It should last long enough for him to work.
His voice is mild as he lets a hand hover over the wound; he can feel the damage, if not see it. His palm starts to glow.]
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The creep and whisper of unkind things in the tunnels has not escaped Adrasteius, which is why he mutters something inaudible as he kneels beside the injured man. A dome-shaped shield rises over the two of them, shimmering brightly with golden light. It should last long enough for him to work.
His voice is mild as he lets a hand hover over the wound; he can feel the damage, if not see it. His palm starts to glow.]
Let's have a look at that leg.