It doesn't look fine. [ From how stiffly Molly wields it, he suspects he may have at least fractured something. Fuck. ] I can heal it, don't worry. I'll burn my last fifth-level from yesterday, I haven't slept yet anyway.
[ It's either a fifth-level pact slot or a first-level Paladin one, which he doesn't think will really do the job. He supports Molly's tail on his palm and gently covers it with another. ]
Hold still.
[ Melora's healing light brightens between his hands as a jade-green, the same shade as the peacock on Molly's rescued old coat; in the dark kitchen the spell pulses, Cure Wounds doing what it says on the tin and mending the trampled tail. Hair a mess from bed and in crinkled pyjamas, Fjord's sharp gaze looks to be the only awake part of him, focused entirely on making the pain go away.
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[ It's either a fifth-level pact slot or a first-level Paladin one, which he doesn't think will really do the job. He supports Molly's tail on his palm and gently covers it with another. ]
Hold still.
[ Melora's healing light brightens between his hands as a jade-green, the same shade as the peacock on Molly's rescued old coat; in the dark kitchen the spell pulses, Cure Wounds doing what it says on the tin and mending the trampled tail. Hair a mess from bed and in crinkled pyjamas, Fjord's sharp gaze looks to be the only awake part of him, focused entirely on making the pain go away.