Seraphelle nodded and focused her healing magic on Gattychan's broken arm, golden light flowing into the shattered bone, beginning the slow process of knitting it back together.
The healing hurt almost as much as the injury—bone regrowth was agonizing, nerves reconnecting sent pain signals screaming through Gattychan's body—but he endured it stoically.
Three minutes passed.
Seraphelle's hands glowed steadily, healing magic pouring into Gattychan's arm. The bone was half-healed now, the break partially mended.
Two more minutes and the arm would be functional. Then she could move to Mikazelle's ribs, then Rindelle's arm.
Twenty minutes total to restore the Four Heroes to combat effectiveness.
Then they'd return to Third Line and end this siege.
Seraphelle was concentrating on healing Gattychan's arm—her hands positioned carefully around the break, divine energy flowing in precise patterns to ensure the bone knitted correctly—when she felt it.
A presence.
