(He is assuming he's male from the name, yeah)
He lays a hand on the left side of the body and starts muttering, quietly uttering a few prayers here and there. His hand glows with a golden radiance, warm to the touch and he slowly moves it over the bruised area, attempting to mend damaged tissues and repairing whatever is damaged through a holy magic of sorts.
"Stay still for a moment."
edited 3rd May '16 7:54:57 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен-he talks through some of his observations and how he came to them-
-such as starting with something, and then learning how to internalize and place it into the subconscious-
-thereby, he says, being able to cast without a catalyst, by relying on the power of words alone-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Wish I had a medal that could patch that up.
-gestures at the bruise-
That's a heck of a shiner!
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean