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[bloodspeaker]

Well, isn't this just peachy. As if we didn't have enough fucking work to do without an actual disaster situation coming down on our heads.

[Adrasteius glares into the feed, his pale, thin face looking a bit haggard.]

Folks, my name's Adrasteius, and I'm the guy in charge of our clinic. Emphasis on ours, mind you. If you were injured in the crash and you need medical attention, please let me know immediately. I can come to you, or I can send you someone else.

[He huffs, runs a hand through his hair. He's already been running around ever since the spaceship crashed, tending mostly to the natives caught in the blast. Sweat beads his throat and forehead.

His voice is a little hesitant when he goes on.]

On another note, for the safe and waiting and bored... Due to my work here, and bullshit like this, I haven't really gotten a chance to explore the surrounding areas. I'm not asking for the weather report out there or something, I just need to know--have any of you with the skill sensed any natural magic in this land?

[It might be a long shot. It probably is a long shot. But he's at least got to ask.]

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[eyecontact]

i will bring them

[bloodspeaker]

Eh? Them? Are you all right?

[eyecontact]

[these texts are well spaced-out; texting and moving is hard ok.]

im ok but i found some hurt

[bloodspeaker]

You don't have to do that--just tell me where you are and I can get there.

[pause. he adds--]

Glad you're all right, though.

[eyecontact]

Two blocks away from the crash. Closer to [THAT ONE STORE BECAUSE ELLE CAN LANDMARK.]if you know where that is? I can turn this on and show you...

[bloodspeaker]

I'll be there shortly. [ah, the wonders of teleportation. He is, indeed, soon visible in the distance, striding forward towards the location Jericho specified.]

[eyecontact]

[faintly charred Jericho is meandering a little, not entirely sure which direction he ought to be facing to greet teleporting elves.

because he...expected elves to be traveling on foot, really. so he looks rather surprised to see him so suddenly! but blames it on the clouds of dust all about.

he waves in two fashions: first, greeting. second, over here!

the guy he found with the busted arm he's got sitting up against a wall in the over here direction.]

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra follows the wave, his eyes widening when he comes upon the injured man. Without a word, Adra kneels down beside the poor guy and starts murmuring a spell, his hands soon completely enveloped with Light. The energy flows from his palms to the site of injury, sinking into the man's skin, down to the muscle and the bone, mending them as it settles in.

He keeps one eye on Jericho as he does this, concerned about the faintly charred state of him.]

Are you sure you're all right, boy?

[eyecontact]

[Jericho spends that moment of healing gawking, leaning up on tip-toe to watch from behind Adra as he works. magic is still really cool to watch, alright? just like that, the poor guy's no longer gotta worry about that cruddy, makeshift sling Jericho had made! it's a relief.

he didn't notice he was being side-eyed, though, and does a double-take and a double-blink at the remark. huh? pointing at himself. me?

he looks at his own pointing hand – little scrapes, some singing here and there, but it's not like he touched an overheated door on purpose and for all that long at all...

he scrubs at his cheek with the back of that hand, rubbing dust and ash off in the process and blinking at it. boy, if he had a mirror...

his conclusion, though, is to grin a bit sheepishly, shrugging back at Adra. he feels alright, anyway, so that's alright enough, right?]

[bloodspeaker]

[Once he's satisfied that the man is taken care of, Adra leaves his side and returns to Jericho. He holds out his hand.]

Come on, let me have a look at you.

[eyecontact]

[blinkblink. huh?

he hesitates, head tilted and questioning – but only for a second. it doesn't take a detective to figure out what he's on about, and though Jericho's sure he's fine, he's got this notion it's best to do as he says.

at least, so long as he doesn't wear himself out! Jericho's peering uncertainly with that thought, stepping up, shoulders shrugged up, unconsciously braced for whatever 'looking' entails.]

[bloodspeaker]

[Adra runs his glowing fingers over Jericho's arm, frowning, healing up whatever little scrapes and burns he comes across. It looks like the kid is mostly intact, though.]

You shouldn't be out here.

[He sets his hand on Jericho's shoulder.]

This air is no good for your lungs.

[eyecontact]

[that magic stuff's never gonna get old, seriously...Jericho gapes, turning his hand around and back again to see the scrapes vanish. wow!

the weight of the hand redirects his attention back to Adra. he blinks.

ah, well...same for him, right? he squints a little as he smiles, looking toward the healed man. he's gotta get him out of here, too...]