Chaswh di Gahhr

Suorra doesn't turn back at the sound of her owners calls, continuing in. The kitten was sure that she could find her way back on her own.

Zorvan carefully opens the Sight, and looks around. When he sees the frog, he closes his eyes rather suddenly. "GAH! BRIGHT!" he yells.

"I apologize, good sir! I did not mean to blind you. I'll try to turn it down a bit in the future."

"At least you didn't look at me, you'd have been blind for three weeks."

Woari practically runs the rest of the way back the the split, and starts running up it. The candle flame wobbles, nearly going out a couple of times.

Zorvan's vision returns, and he carefully does not look directly at the frog. He turns his view to the injured man.

"Now then, slowly open your Sight to his injury, see beyond the surface."

Woari sees Suorra. "Suorra!" she calls. The kitten stops, glances back, then flees deeper in. Woari follows her frantically.

He looks with his sight, focusing on the injury.

He sees it is slightly infected, but nothing too serious. "Alright, do you know what to do?"

"I... I think I do. I need to remove the infection first, right?"

Woari finally catches up to her cat, now thoroughly lost. The candle finally goes out as she grabs Suorra, plunging them into total darkness.

"Very good. Start there, but move slowly."

Woari holds as still as a statue, staring into the darkness and holding her cat close. 'I should have brought my matches...' she thinks, trying to make out even an outline in the dark.

Zorvan puts a hand over the infected spot, and carefully tries to draw out the infection. As he does so, the infected area turns different colors, turning to its normal color as it the infection is removed.

"Good, good. That's a smart idea. Now, heal the damage to him."

Zorvan starts to do so, focusing on burns, and succeeds, if a little slowly. The area is left with a healthy color, although it is a little... purple.

Woari listens carefully, thinking she can hear something faintly. She get to her feet, holding Suorra with one arm and the wall with the ther, and continues in blindly.

"Excellent work, Zorvan. It's okay to be slow with magick. Well," he said, sending the man back, "would you like to work on something more severe?"

"Doman, fr'ak yalak vos al eum ven. Alrash no kap, un tralll ishalglen." The power filled the dark caverns, running like water through every opening they could seep through. The language was known by few, and those who could speak it, were even fewer.

"Um... Okay!" Zorvan says.

The frog leans back on the air and produces a top hat.

Woari hesitated, only now feeling frightened. Step by step, she made herself follow the sound, clinging to her cat. If Suorra fled now, she didn't know what she'd do.

"Alright," Loup said, looking distracted. "Here," he says, bringing forth a horrifically damaged person, who looks slightly like Loup.

"... Huh. Looks... painful." Zorvan says, and starts to slooowly remove burns, causing minor color changes and new 'birthmarks,' along the way.

Deeper in she went, past twists and turns, the sounds getting louder, clearer.

"Careful, Zorvan."