Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-4519373-20140620204026

I ride up next to the Ish'Vati and fully observe his crippled frame. I stop him, and put one hand on his back, with the other raised to Heaven. I whisper a prayer and feel the healing power rush down my raised arm, through my body, and into my companion. A moment passes, and the flow of energy stops. I take a deep breath before inspecting my work.

"Not too shabby for an exiled priestess, eh?" I gloat. Dog of War is no longer crippled. "Why didn't you have a healer work on you before? This is kid stuff."