He reassured their minds by his serenity.
His countenance, wherein his soul was visible,
expressed contempt for danger.
It didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong, though perhaps that was simply his natural healing instinct that led him to understand precisely what the bear wanted him to do. They couldn't communicate but he'd seen the dark mare at meetings and she looked... different. The way the bear had led her to him was suggestion enough that she wasn't well. So, Miykael didn't hesitate. He simply gets to work, doing what he does best - helping others. And once again, his magic worked. Though the pain spreads through him, he cannot help but to feel some semblance of hope.
Miykael grins, when the dark mare finally speaks. He watches as she gazes at her companion, her words somewhat terse and then her fiery gaze is upon him. Crimson eyes almost searing into him. There is no doubt that the dark mare is an intimidating force to be reckoned with but the healer doesn't falter. The smile, though soft it may be, still graces his dark lips. "I did." he replies, light blue meeting crimson with no fear and no hesitation. "You're quite welcome." As much as he'd like to stay and chat, he knew there were others out there that were sick as well - including Resplendence. Miykael had to help her, if not for her then for Alysanne.
His blue eyes find Valiance in the sky once more and he steps away from Ktulu and her companion. Within moments, though, he hears a few stumbled steps - his hearing growing more and more sensitive from his own infection with the disease. His gaze falls and finds the small dun mare. Tears, mingling with the black goop, stain a stream down her cheeks. Sorrow squeezes his chest as he steps towards her and though his eyes never leave her face, a flash of red streaks across his vision and lands upon the small mare's back. Valiance. It must be. Miykael continues forward, watching carefully and quietly as the mare lowers her head. Instead of speaking, he stops silently before her and with a deep concentration he pulls from his magic once again. The healer focuses the light in her chest, allowing it to expand and fill her lungs with its soothing warmth. After a few moments, he allows it to dissipate.
Miykael sways a bit, stumbling back and to the right a few steps before steadying himself again. The pain in his skull is sharp and angry, sending blood to trickle from his nostrils. Perhaps he'd healed too many. Perhaps he'd done all that his body could handle. Either way, he fought to stay upright, his blue eyes glaze over from the pain but they don't really see her.
M I Y K A E L
HEALER OF THE HIDDEN FALLS
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