When she feels his hand large and warm and firm against her back Era can't help the shiver that runs up her spine. If she blocks out the pain it is easy to admit to herself that she likes the feel of his hands on her.
She gives the hand she has grasped with her own (and oh, how small it is compared to Aymeric's) a squeeze. While this way of healing isn't working even fractionally as effective it is at least working at all. To counteract what must be her energy being leeched away via transit she pushes even more of it through their joined hands.
It's hard to tell if it's her lingering wounds or just how much of her strength is being channeled at the moment, but Era finds herself fighting lightheadedness and vertigo while her back slowly knits itself back together from the inside out.
"I won't heal it fully here," she says, quiet as a whisper. Another quick glance around tells her they're still in the clear - people are much too preoccupied with the other more seriously wounded. "But yeah, it's working."
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She gives the hand she has grasped with her own (and oh, how small it is compared to Aymeric's) a squeeze. While this way of healing isn't working even fractionally as effective it is at least working at all. To counteract what must be her energy being leeched away via transit she pushes even more of it through their joined hands.
It's hard to tell if it's her lingering wounds or just how much of her strength is being channeled at the moment, but Era finds herself fighting lightheadedness and vertigo while her back slowly knits itself back together from the inside out.
"I won't heal it fully here," she says, quiet as a whisper. Another quick glance around tells her they're still in the clear - people are much too preoccupied with the other more seriously wounded. "But yeah, it's working."