Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170104212220

The Ranger bursts into the house. "Parvaal! One lives!"

Thomas pivots. "Are you sure? Where?!"

He springs up, dashing outside, following the Ranger as fast as his legs can carry him. He runs through the field, through the underbrush, into the dry berm. Two other Rangers kneel by the trembling girl, her breathing coming in ragged gasps through an almost unrecognizable face.

"JORGE, IT'S NEZON!"

Thomas kneels, his hands already pulling the bright threads of the arcanum from the ether as he weaves them into Nezon's burned form, stabilizing her enough to transport her to the clinic. His voice becomes quiet and soothing, a complete change from how he was only moments before.

"Nezon, sweetheart, can you hear me? It's going to be all right, love.  We're here now...it's all right.  Just hold on for me, love, just hold on..."

A Ranger runs up to Jorge.

"Your daughter, hal-el. She lives..."