I can do one more. We don't have the same access to curatives here. We have to be sure.
[Before Gladio can object, Ignis pulls the magic to himself once more. He has to grimace as he does it though, for it feels like he's dragging the very life from his body. It hurts almost as if someone were raking something across his soul. Casting the spell is a relief then. One that he's certain would send blackness across his vision if he could see. In desperation, he pulls his wrist free of Gladio's grip so he can use it to steady himself. It's either that or collapse into the wounded man.
He sits like that in silence for a few moments and then slowly gathers himself as if he's going to rise.]
Stay there. Let me get my medical kit for whatever's left.
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I can do one more. We don't have the same access to curatives here. We have to be sure.
[Before Gladio can object, Ignis pulls the magic to himself once more. He has to grimace as he does it though, for it feels like he's dragging the very life from his body. It hurts almost as if someone were raking something across his soul. Casting the spell is a relief then. One that he's certain would send blackness across his vision if he could see. In desperation, he pulls his wrist free of Gladio's grip so he can use it to steady himself. It's either that or collapse into the wounded man.
He sits like that in silence for a few moments and then slowly gathers himself as if he's going to rise.]
Stay there. Let me get my medical kit for whatever's left.