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Haurchefant had fainted, not dead yet. His aether was still there, smouldering, but there.
"Aymeric get back," Aesir said with practiced calm, this was his job he could do this.
Don't
panic.
"Wait what, what are you doing Aesir," Aymeric clutched his friend tighter, he was so scared. What had they done in that blasted place.
"My job, Aymeric please," embers now, his tail flickered behind him, he was running out of time. "Lucia!" He reached for his staff gently placing Haurchefant's hand on the ground. Lucia quickly came up behind Aymeric, easing him away from his friend and carefully lowered Haurchefant the rest of the way to the ground without a word. She was far too good for them.
Okay he could do this;
He was the apprentice of Sumi-E-Yan.
Successor of Towa-A-Canta.
White Mage of Twelveswood.
Slayer of primals.
Chosen warrior of Hydaelyn.
Healing is his job, he can do this.
Aesir takes a deep breath closing his eyes and gently placing a hand over Haurchefant's wound. Aether granted by the elementals begins to dance around him, directed by his staff and hand to the wound. Aesir poured the healing magic in having to chase off the tainted aether from Ser Zephrim, before he could even start to stitch the flesh back together. The process felt so long even though it had likely been less than a minute. He was so tired from fighting his way here, through the corrupted heaven's ward keeping his party alive and fighting fit. The lights of his magic danced before his closed eyes, fear and exhaustion both stopping him from opening them to even glance at his handy work.
Someone moved now next to him and put a hand on his arm, giving Aesir a light squeeze.
"You're almost done Aesir, just a little more," ah Alphinaud. Just a little more then, he could do this. Then, then he could sleep, he was so tired his arms were shaking. This had been even harder than healing the tainted aether of that damn zombie dragon, at least then he had help. But dear Alphi's healing wasn't strong enough for this yet, he was still learning to use it in a more practical sense.
A small, sharp, gasp of pain rings out and Aesir’s eyes snap open. He’d done it just...just in time. Haurchefant’s breaths are shallow and pained, but steady. A wound would still be there, raw and painful but the major damage was gone. The rest would have to be healed naturally as Aesir had nothing left. Darkness begins to creep into the corner of his vision and he sags forward, Alphinaud wraps an arm around his torso. Clearly he had over done it, but it was worth it so worth it.
Haurchefant groans and eyes flicker open.
“My dear?” he croaks reaching a hand up towards Aesir for the second time that day. Aesir smiles small and soft, tail softly swaying behind him.
“Hello heart..” Aesir laughs softly before suddenly pitching forward, definitely over did it. He passes out smiling in relief as the others panic around him, everything would be fine.
He wakes several hours later laid down in a bed, Haurchefant curled up beside him, holding tight. Aesir sighs softly and rubs his horn on the crown of his love's head. He wraps his arms and tangles his legs around Haurchefant, careful not to touch the side with his injury. He was safe,
they
were safe and everything would be okay. Soon Aesir would have to get up and back to work but for now, he was going to stay right here happy and warm.