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«You make it look easy,» the Elf gritted her teeth in pain, while the Aasimar priest at her left finished bandanging her side. She had been deeply wounded during a Goblin raid to their camp, while trying to fight back their unexpected assault.
«Well, it look like pretty easy to me,» observed wryly the other woman, as she finished bandaging the wound very carefully. She had tried to use her healing spells, but she was quite exhausted from the fighting and even the healing potions had not been enough. So she had found herself using other means of healing, albeit significantly less rapid and immediate, as well as more painful.
«If you say so,» answered the Elf, trying to move trying to move to escape the pain that was drilling into her side. The Aasimar put a hand on her shoulder, de facto pinning her on her bedding. Then ordered: «Don't move. You need to heal. And to heal, you need not to move.»
After a moment, the Elf gave up.