#// meiko pushing the crystal and 5 adventurers all ganging up on a canonical WOL

[vierandancer]

"Please, allow me." It's without wait for her permission that he approached, one hand coming to settling itself 'neath her arm as he lifted it with great care, azure gaze inspecting the appendage as he assessed the damage. As expected, it was a NASTYwound, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle-- the same went for Meiko, of course, but the concern for her good health was there all the same.

With his opposite hand hovering before the wound, it was mended in a matter of seconds. Even after the healing had been done, the silveret remained hovering nearby, brows drawn with concern... and yet there was an unmistakable expression of FONDNESS within that very same look.

"May I ask what happened?" There was a this time left unspoken, but Alphinaud didn't need to say it aloud for the IMPLICATION to be known. "I should hope it was nothing serious, or else I'd have to give you an earful about handling it by yourself. Capable as you may be, I'd rather you have some form of support at the ready."

"Uh, it --" Meiko couldn't help but give a sheepish laugh, although she was ever-grateful for Alphinaud's care. "It was th'Wolves' Den. I mean, a round o'games at th'Wolves' Den."

Games. Competitions. Tournaments? Whatever. It all came down to games when it wasn't mortal danger.

"Got ganged up on," she snorted with laughter now, clearly proud of herself. "Which I take as a compliment, mind, but th'injuries aren't so welcome. Thanks, Alphy."