#urianger cowl down glasses off 2 inches from lexs face: art thou feeling better

[minarcana]

@cnavant

Urianger's skill at casting benefic is limited, more of a slow bandage than a proper healing. At least he has a decent supply of other methods to draw upon, more traditional methods once the worst of Lex's scrapes are knitting themselves sluggishly back together. He applies handmade poultice to gauze, then over the other injuries with careful hand, meticulous so as not to aggravate anything more than necessary while cleaning. "I confess, thine insistence upon seeing me when thou art able instead of a more trained medic giveth me as much worry as it does honour at being preferred."

It’s not exactly a conflict, other than Urianger being slightly guilty at taking care of things himself rather than shooing Lex to another the rare times the Warrior of Light manages to drop by the Sands. There is a pause to push loose hair back behind his goggles currently acting as a headband, then Urianger takes Lex’s hand in his own. Some magical exposure burns along the palm, which would be best off if treated with medicinal tincture. Urianger sets about doing so.

There is a moment where he’s clearly overthinking about something, but if it’s going to be spoken or not remains in the air. Eventually, after a slow exhale, Urianger decides on the words. "I fear there shall come a day wherein thou art given a task thou shouldst refuse, but cannot. The burden of a hero weigheth heavier than that of the skies. Until that day, however, kindly bear in mind there are struggles thou art allowed to let another carry, lest thou break."