(Post written by Imehal)
The conversation around her fell into silence but this did not seem to bother Parlina. By now she was accustomed to Taima's ability to communicate without speaking, appreciating both its uses and - if she was honest and she always was – fantastical nature. Telepathy was not something she had ever encountered prior to coming to Terra.
Parlina set a rapid pace with the mending the broken bones, raising her other hand to pass over Taima's body leisurely, healing up any cuts or minor wounds. Even if the dragonborn did not complain, she still worried over the person who had recruited her daily though she knew that commenting would do none of them any good. Parlina simply did her part, as they all did.
Kento's wide eyes only confirmed Parlina's earlier suspicions, grinning as her spell bestowed upon Taima both an uncomfortable tingling sensation as the spirits completed their work, retracting as Parlina did, sighing lightly. “All done,” she announced happily, turning her gaze up Alair and Kento, eyes flashing a pale green. Both seemed to be not too worse for wear.
Parlina hoped that the blacksmith had somewhere safe to rest up whilst hoping he was going to visit the monastery. Her feelings were that in a group they were stronger. It took not a moment to stand, offering a free hand to Taima to assist her rising.
