[There is something like a strange stitch in time, during which the girl has gone from one position to another, further away from him. Teleporter? No, a teleporter would have gotten out of here, and he's also aware that she's not the only thing that moved like that. So she must have stopped him somehow, and he's not comfortable with that thought, but... well, it's not her fault. He'll just have to be careful.
Crouching down carefully next to her, he reaches out slowly and puts his hand over hers. It's just a sprained ankle - well, a sprained ankle and a vague mass of horrible feelings, like an ache he can't place. But he can't do anything about the latter, so he simply heals what he can, barely grimacing. Something like that takes no time at all.]
You're fine now. You need to-
[And then he hears the whirr of a canon locking behind him, and has no time to think before leaning ofer her and taking the hit squarely between his shoulder blades. He manages to brace against the impact enough to not collapse over her, but he finds himself stunned, his breath knocked out of him, not eager to move as he can feel his spine righting itself and knitting back together.]
Is there any other way to meet? I think not.
Crouching down carefully next to her, he reaches out slowly and puts his hand over hers. It's just a sprained ankle - well, a sprained ankle and a vague mass of horrible feelings, like an ache he can't place. But he can't do anything about the latter, so he simply heals what he can, barely grimacing. Something like that takes no time at all.]
You're fine now. You need to-
[And then he hears the whirr of a canon locking behind him, and has no time to think before leaning ofer her and taking the hit squarely between his shoulder blades. He manages to brace against the impact enough to not collapse over her, but he finds himself stunned, his breath knocked out of him, not eager to move as he can feel his spine righting itself and knitting back together.]