#where theyre close already and Gale's orb can't be sated anymore. OR somewhere shortly after act 2 where Gale got Mystra's missive.

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∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . // local paladin heals squishy wizard (tavriel)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺: still accepting. / 90: sender  helps  receiver patch up a wound.

Everything hurts. Then again, he's a bit of a glass cannon, Gale supposes. After all, had he the presence of mind to, he can summon down the fury and the venom of the gods. He'll raise corpses from the marshes and immolate -- reduce -- both Elder brains and cultists and their armies to ash. As it were, to come upon Gale was to spy ever wide-eyed at the frothing of a storm, for all his devastation twined foully with his rotting? Troubled thing. He's all the parts a fury as he crumbles to the floor.

But at least it's over, he breathes, as he catches Tavriel scampering desperately his way. It'd been a dicey maneuver, he'd confess, but if asked, he'd staunchly argue that it was well worth the risk. With where he'd been standing at the time, not a soul but the wizard could have done what he had. It had to have been him, there with his casting as he summoned down hail. It'd slain their enemy, after all, if only at the cost of an arrow to his arm, but with the worry in her brow and the cut of her shoulders, Gale, brows furrowing, could almost be fooled.

It looks worse than it is. Really, he swears. He grabs at his arm, the one spilling blood too black and thick like treacle. She sees it now, doesn't she, the mess of his body beneath all those bandages? To be but a corpse half ready for the graveyard... Damned fool. Orb unsteady, he must think himself expendable.

"You are a sight for sore eyes — and, well, my sore everything else, actually," Gale sucks in, still trying for casual. Tavriel... She looks all a hero, stood there healing him as she blocks out the sun. She's never far when he's lonely and always there when he's aching... Half amused, he watches the glow off her hand glow her eyes with starlight. "Never far, are you?" Never, never, ever. "Forgive me for sharing a controversial turn of phrase, but I could be led to believe you've sworn your oath to me." Jester! Smiling, he aims to calm the knot in her brow.