[ The description of burning is an ominous one, and Rezo muses aloud as to the potential cause. ]
Poison, perhaps... Or something acidic...
[ Once Zelgadis is seated, Rezo digs a cloth out of his cloak from some magical fold or other, and gives it to Zelgadis. ]
Here. Wipe off your neck and anywhere it touched. It may have left a residue of some kind.
[ Once Zelgadis is done, Rezo holds out his hand, hovering it above the back of Zelgadis's neck, and silently casts a detoxification spell. Any non-magical toxins should break down quickly under the onslaught of white magical energy. Any black magic, on the other hand...
The detoxification spell hums away, completed within a few moments. And Rezo's mind is so thoroughly occupied by the matter of Fixing Things that he nearly startles when Zelgadis's next words register.
He hadn't thought of it as Zelgadis screwing up. At the very least, both of them were guilty of complacency.
And Rezo had even thought that Zelgadis might be vulnerable out in the open but, stupidly, he hadn't wanted to pester him. And Rezo had assured himself that Zelgadis's chimera status should keep him safe. Clearly not, and as the man who'd designed Zelgadis's body he damn well should have considered the angles in which Zelgadis is vulnerable. ]
...You needed to rest.
[ The words sound feeble to his own words, and Rezo decides he'd better not make further attempts at being consoling. ]
Rather than think about what we should have done differently, it's better if we consider our next steps. I'll try the Flow Break now.
[ Rezo takes a step back and moves in front of Zelgadis, holding out his hands as he incants the Flow Break spell. A star shaped light forms beneath Zelgadis, the magic buzzing and humming through Rezo and into the spell, seeking out unnatural flows in Zelgadis's energy. ]
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Poison, perhaps... Or something acidic...
[ Once Zelgadis is seated, Rezo digs a cloth out of his cloak from some magical fold or other, and gives it to Zelgadis. ]
Here. Wipe off your neck and anywhere it touched. It may have left a residue of some kind.
[ Once Zelgadis is done, Rezo holds out his hand, hovering it above the back of Zelgadis's neck, and silently casts a detoxification spell. Any non-magical toxins should break down quickly under the onslaught of white magical energy. Any black magic, on the other hand...
The detoxification spell hums away, completed within a few moments. And Rezo's mind is so thoroughly occupied by the matter of Fixing Things that he nearly startles when Zelgadis's next words register.
He hadn't thought of it as Zelgadis screwing up. At the very least, both of them were guilty of complacency.
And Rezo had even thought that Zelgadis might be vulnerable out in the open but, stupidly, he hadn't wanted to pester him. And Rezo had assured himself that Zelgadis's chimera status should keep him safe. Clearly not, and as the man who'd designed Zelgadis's body he damn well should have considered the angles in which Zelgadis is vulnerable. ]
...You needed to rest.
[ The words sound feeble to his own words, and Rezo decides he'd better not make further attempts at being consoling. ]
Rather than think about what we should have done differently, it's better if we consider our next steps. I'll try the Flow Break now.
[ Rezo takes a step back and moves in front of Zelgadis, holding out his hands as he incants the Flow Break spell. A star shaped light forms beneath Zelgadis, the magic buzzing and humming through Rezo and into the spell, seeking out unnatural flows in Zelgadis's energy. ]