( The magic she imbued in him would linger for some time yet; working through the myriad of wounds to stitch muscle back together, realign any twisted bones, and soothe the pain of burns and cuts as they closed. He still needed to rest while the magic worked however, and Lioriley was already trying to guide him towards a nearby cot; a hand pressed to his back and the other moving to grip his hand. )
My name is Lioriley. ( she carefully urged him to sit. ) What is yours?
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My name is Lioriley. ( she carefully urged him to sit. ) What is yours?