Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20160727031850

Ibrahim looks down at Praetor, concern on his face. "Hang on, hang on.  Sit back down.  Gods damn, if you weren't the size of a hormonally imbalanced ogre, you'd be much easier to treat.  Just lie still."

A hand is placed on Praetor's side, and he feels the wound easing closed. The stitches begin placing themselves back. "No, believe me, you don't want me to use the Glyph.  And I don't like healing spells.  They don't leave scarring, which is a reinforcement of the body.  A little judicially placed time reversal works better." After a minute or so, he stops.

He sits down on a rock. "We don't have to do this, you know.  I just thought you'd like a quiet getaway.  Are you all right?"