Up until now I'd been silent, not feeling as though I could play a very constructive role in the fighting. There are some things I KNOW I'm just no good at! However, when the dust began to settle, I approached Krys, who was looking more and more in need of help. Cautiously I reached out my hand to brush a strand of flame coloured hair out of her eyes ((can I do this-is she still shielded?)). "You poor thing," I murmured. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable". With the help of others, we managed to get Krys to a nearby ante room, where she would be more comfortable. I wished I had more knowledge of healing magic, but alas the spells I knew were simple, old and stuck somewhere in my mind I just couldn't access. Like Rincewind, I was probably the world's worst amateur. "Can anyone help with a healing spell?" I asked urgently "We'd better do something quick, or she'll be in even worse trouble than she is now." I looked back down at Krys. "Don't worry, we'll think of something." I hoped she could hear me.
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