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She blinked and rushed forwards picking the fur up and draping his arm over her shoulder heading back towards the woods where the current inn she was staying at resided. Checking back in she headed back up to her room and layed him down on the bed. She layed a wet cloth over his head and began to think. She could heal him with herbs which would take a while and he could get worse or... With magic but that ran an even higher risk. "What to do what to do..." she could hear the inn keeper leave with the ring of a bell "Curses! I have no choice" she said closing her eyes and searched for the lay lines attached to his body and his wounds. Wrapping them around her fingers she slowly began to weave and twist them back into place slowly closing the wounds. Of course to anyone else this would just look like an odd dance. She could slowly feel her energy draining but kept it up until his wounds were closed. Exhausted she leaned back on a chair and let her eyes flutter shut.((Lay lines are a mythical method that spell casters used, they are natural magic found within ones body and the earth))