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Wincing, she crouches for a moment, trying to get up to her feet. Her eyes darting between Wrym and Tsang, unsure of where to rest upon. In the flurry of movement ahead, she makes out that the latter is still quite alright, compared to the former who is gritting his teeth in an effort not to emit a moan.
Hurriedly now, she whispers again, and Wrym's eyes finally flutter open as his wounds are healed. She glances up again; another chance to heal herself. And so, she casts her cure light wounds spell, feeling better afterward.
As the sand storm begins again, she scrambles to her feet, beginning to haul Wrym onto his ~ "Come on! We have to keep moving!" ~ Together, they head towards the front. Herself staggering slightly...
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