Era can feel his presence behind her like a live wire near her skin, hyper aware of every movement. It isn't quite enough to distract her from the sudden sharp pain, but at the very least helps it be more bearable.

She has never needed to heal a part of herself that she cannot reach and isn't sure how to go about repairing the damage quickly. Her hands have always been the conduits for whatever healing energy she emits. Blood seeps out freely down her back now, forcing a shiver down her spine.

It's with a flash of an idea that Era grabs a hold of Aymeric's hand. "Press your other hand on the wound," she demands, already channeling energy into her childhood friend. "Direct what you feel to there."