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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1201115" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Damien, the radient light of Pelor flows through you and into the lizardwoman on the ground.  The arrow wound closes, and after a few seconds, she sits up, breathing easier.  The young boy looks at the priest, his eyes wide, and bobs his head several times.*"Thank you, priessst," Hisk says.  "Have you herbsss?  Bandagesss?  I can help sssome of the othersss."*Syrrian, the lizardwoman continues her high cry, occasionally breaking into high yips and hisses.  She continues to clutch the hand of her badly wounded mate, and ignores you entirely.  The half-elf spares you a brief glance, her eyes dark, before beginning her own efforts of healing again.**Gaoi, the half-elf is trembling, forcing strength into a body that looks nearly dead.  You notice her green-tinged healing energy begin to take on a hint of red, as slight wounds, identical to those on the lizardman, appear both on her body and that of the lizardwoman.  When you ask her your question, she doesn't look up, but responds through gritted teeth.*"Give me your strength.  He can't die," she grunts, sweat running down her face.  The lizardman's wounds are beginning to close, but slowly.</blockquote>