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Skye realised that she was the only one to see the hand move. Or maybe it was all a figment of her imagination. Hoping against hope, she looked downwards, her body still trembling. To others, it looked like she was merely going to go into a rage against the evil creature. In reality, she was whispering a potent healing spell in elvish, so softly that unless you had been looking for it specifically, you couldn't even see her lips moving. She directed the spell at Corbescant, her frame trembling in concentration. "Please dont be dead," she thought to herself desperately. "We've lost so many already..."
ooc- ill be out the rest of this week, visiting relatives. I'll try to access the internet, but im not promising anything. In the meantime, have a wonderful thanksgiving everyone! ^.^
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