Gale uttered a soft healing spell under his breath as you gasped in pain, his eyes soft as he looked down at your injuries. He is being as gentle as he can, trying to keep you calm and happy despite the injuries.

"These are malicious, if those scoundrels show back up I'll show them exactly why my magic caught the attention of a goddess," Gale said, watching the wounds on your stomach slowly close.

The burglars that had inflicted the wounds had jumped you when you were alone, wandering around just outside of camp trying to find some water sources. "I wish you would have just told me you were thirsty, I would have conjured some water. Or at least given you some coin so if you got robbed the assailants would be appeased."

He laughed at his own joke before remembering the tone of the tent and clearing his throat, going back to focusing on the spell. The wounds had almost fixed themselves which was good because he could feel the orb in his chest getting restless. He'd need to find a magic item in a little bit, "Better?"