[ Seems Zel has demonstrated he can handle things on his own. That, or Rezo's simply pushed himself as far as he can. Well, Zelgadis is in no position to judge, and he does want Rezo to get some rest.
Zel doubts the mazoku is desperate enough yet to strike at Rezo while out of its element. Still, it's troubling, knowing that it's keeping tabs. It would definitely want to know how its curse is panning out. He's having an awful time, thanks. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.
This will be a long two hours. If the curse is affecting his pool capacity after all -- and that seems likely -- he needs to be careful and suss out his limits before he reaches them.
He tells himself that and has enough self awareness to doubt he'll stick to it. There's kids here suffering.
He braces himself and begins treatment on another patient.
When two hours have elapsed, he'd swear it's been much longer. After casting Resurrection one more time, he leans against a wall and lets it bear his weight for him, breath coming in ragged gasps. It's searing pain from head to toe, and he's only bothering to try and stem the renewed nosebleed because he doesn't want to look any more frightening than he normally does.
He forces himself to move again and makes it just far enough to where Rezo is dozing before he gives up on standing, slumping to the floor beside the chair.
He's supposed to wake Rezo up, but for a little while he just sits there, saying nothing.
Zel notices for the first time that there's a fireplace in the inn, right across from him. Before this town was cursed, people probably enjoyed sitting by the flames.
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Zel doubts the mazoku is desperate enough yet to strike at Rezo while out of its element. Still, it's troubling, knowing that it's keeping tabs. It would definitely want to know how its curse is panning out. He's having an awful time, thanks. Zero out of ten, would not recommend.
This will be a long two hours. If the curse is affecting his pool capacity after all -- and that seems likely -- he needs to be careful and suss out his limits before he reaches them.
He tells himself that and has enough self awareness to doubt he'll stick to it. There's kids here suffering.
He braces himself and begins treatment on another patient.
When two hours have elapsed, he'd swear it's been much longer. After casting Resurrection one more time, he leans against a wall and lets it bear his weight for him, breath coming in ragged gasps. It's searing pain from head to toe, and he's only bothering to try and stem the renewed nosebleed because he doesn't want to look any more frightening than he normally does.
He forces himself to move again and makes it just far enough to where Rezo is dozing before he gives up on standing, slumping to the floor beside the chair.
He's supposed to wake Rezo up, but for a little while he just sits there, saying nothing.
Zel notices for the first time that there's a fireplace in the inn, right across from him. Before this town was cursed, people probably enjoyed sitting by the flames.
It doesn't look like anyone's used it in a while.
Finally, Zel speaks. ]
...Hey. Rezo. Wake up.