Strike Speak, complete success
Cinder Fortify, extraordinary success, +2 luck to all allies
While he worked, he kept tabs on the other two moving around his kitchen. Brooke was sorting through Livvy’s things while Algy worked at the sink. The Exchange agent’s announcement that the woman was a cop made the werewolf frown. That could be troublesome.
“A cop,” Mathus murmured thoughtfully to himself as he straightened from speaking in the poor woman’s ear. “Poor woman. Wrong place wrong time- Thank you.”
He took the cool cloth from Algy and started laying it over the bright, angry burns. After, he showed the other man other places he could arrange the towels, appreciative of the help. The intent was to slow the burning and mitigate the damage.
As they did, Livvy seemed to come around enough to speak. Her question made the werewolf lift both eyebrows and glance up at the other two. Unaware of what happened, there was no way for him to answer so he kept quiet, but listened, curious. Still, his concentration was better kept on tending to her injuries and, being a God-fearing creature, silently praying for a solution.
As the werewolf worked, efficient but relaxing slightly with Livvy being semi-conscious, he started to hum softly under his breath, left in a lyrical mood after Vespers. At first, it was idle, a few snatches of random songs until he landed on the first few notes of Agni Parthene, and continued with the tune. A bit of an earworm, it was firmly rooted in his head after he’d heard a rendition in Arabic, but without knowing that language, he stuck with mumbling through the Greek lyrics. The hymn was for himself and it wasn’t perfect, but when he got to a stanza he actually knew all the words for, he was feeling it and used the quiet song as a vehicle for magic.
The werewolf saw no reason to offer warning or explanation. The arcane energy immediately brightened and warmed the space, offering comfort and healing. Energy levels would lift, minor aches and pains might disappear completely, while major ones might start to heal. It was a strong rush of magic this time, and with a hopeful sound, Mathus lifted one of the towels to check the tissue beneath.
Cinder Fortify, extraordinary success, +2 luck to all allies
While he worked, he kept tabs on the other two moving around his kitchen. Brooke was sorting through Livvy’s things while Algy worked at the sink. The Exchange agent’s announcement that the woman was a cop made the werewolf frown. That could be troublesome.
“A cop,” Mathus murmured thoughtfully to himself as he straightened from speaking in the poor woman’s ear. “Poor woman. Wrong place wrong time- Thank you.”
He took the cool cloth from Algy and started laying it over the bright, angry burns. After, he showed the other man other places he could arrange the towels, appreciative of the help. The intent was to slow the burning and mitigate the damage.
As they did, Livvy seemed to come around enough to speak. Her question made the werewolf lift both eyebrows and glance up at the other two. Unaware of what happened, there was no way for him to answer so he kept quiet, but listened, curious. Still, his concentration was better kept on tending to her injuries and, being a God-fearing creature, silently praying for a solution.
As the werewolf worked, efficient but relaxing slightly with Livvy being semi-conscious, he started to hum softly under his breath, left in a lyrical mood after Vespers. At first, it was idle, a few snatches of random songs until he landed on the first few notes of Agni Parthene, and continued with the tune. A bit of an earworm, it was firmly rooted in his head after he’d heard a rendition in Arabic, but without knowing that language, he stuck with mumbling through the Greek lyrics. The hymn was for himself and it wasn’t perfect, but when he got to a stanza he actually knew all the words for, he was feeling it and used the quiet song as a vehicle for magic.
The werewolf saw no reason to offer warning or explanation. The arcane energy immediately brightened and warmed the space, offering comfort and healing. Energy levels would lift, minor aches and pains might disappear completely, while major ones might start to heal. It was a strong rush of magic this time, and with a hopeful sound, Mathus lifted one of the towels to check the tissue beneath.