He reassured their minds by his serenity.
His countenance, wherein his soul was visible,
expressed contempt for danger.
Miykael simply nods his head in response to Archibald's words. His blue eyes scan the face of the Dauntless and notice a rather significant improvement in his condition. A triumphant glee swells in his chest but he remains rooted in place for the moment, allowing his gaze to shift between each of the individual's present in this small gathering. It doesn't take long for him to recognize the sickness in the others, including the mare that held his king's ire. Concern once more furrows his brow and he turns once more to Archibald. "Sir... she's sick." he states, pausing just once. "See the black stuff staining her face? Perhaps the illness confused her. I don't believe she means any harm." he adds, sighing softly despite himself. "Please," but he here he pauses, shifting his blue eyes to the odd mare with the wings behind her ears. "Let me heal you." it isn't so much a question as a request. He wouldn't ask Archibald's permission on this and he certainly wouldn't back down or let her leave like this.
With determination clear upon his face, he concentrates on his magic; focusing it in the striped foreigner's chest and allows the small ball of warm, soothing light to expand and encase her lungs. He holds it there for a few moments before letting it go. The light fades and is rather quickly vanquished. This time, he is far more confident. This time, he doesn't linger and wait for her to confirm what he already knew. This time, he is more prepared for the subsequent side-effects and manages to hide his discomfort while remaining steady. The blackness should be gone now and he'd done all he could to help her. Ultimately, Archibald has the final say, so far now the healer simply holds his tongue. He is quiet as he turns his attention to the new mother. His blue eyes soften at the sight and though he longs to comfort her, he knows his presence is unwelcome. "It's alright." he murmurs to her, his voice softer and more soothing.
Once more he pulls on his healing magic, focusing it in the chest of the new mother. Its healing warmth encases her lungs, obliterating the darkness and pulling the disease from her body. It lingers for a few moments, as it had before, and then the light simply vanishes. The pain in his head grows more sharp and insistent, causing him to wince as he tucks his head in towards his chest. He remains still, almost frozen in that position before he breathes in deeply and returns his attention to Archibald. "She's alright now, Sir. Perhaps we should take this discussion elsewhere? Give the new mother some peace and quiet with her newborn son?" His voice remains even and fairly gentle, though his gaze is pleading. It was clear to him that the new mother is overwhelmed by the size of the group - perhaps, too, by the unknown faces - his included, of course.
M I Y K A E L
HEALER OF THE HIDDEN FALLS
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