[ He flinches involuntarily at the touch against his chest, but— but that's not pain. Only a touch. It makes him open his eyes again, and he watches with a fearful hope. Is that all? Is he really done already? He's silent as the chains are shattered, silent as the feeling comes back to his numbed body.
Finally he sits up, rubbing his chest, and casts a final heal over himself to mend the smaller wounds. He looks, for once, smaller than the tall, stern, solemn priest usually presented. He looks like a young man, not a day over 25, inexperienced and shaken.
He glances over to Koltira, swallows, and forces himself to speak. ]
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Finally he sits up, rubbing his chest, and casts a final heal over himself to mend the smaller wounds. He looks, for once, smaller than the tall, stern, solemn priest usually presented. He looks like a young man, not a day over 25, inexperienced and shaken.
He glances over to Koltira, swallows, and forces himself to speak. ]
Has... has that helped?