( every movement is slow; not from fear, but the sheer desire to ensure that there's nothing to startle Lauralae. following this, the conversation, Lauralae's actions, and the immediate memory that Lae had killed someone for attacking her- it all breeds the desire to keep her actions measured and careful.
reaching forward, one hand steadies Lauralae's arm while the other hovers over the wound. it's a soft whisper of a spell before the skin seems to knit itself right back together, as though the wound had never existed in the first place, only the remnants of blood left behind to be washed away later. Clarke's sure she remembers a rune that could do it right now, but it isn't worth the risk of writing the incorrect one.
Clarke's shoulders sag after that, exhaustion gripping tightly to her as the adrenaline begins to ebb away, a release that happens far too quickly. reaching up, she rubs a hand across her eyes. )
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reaching forward, one hand steadies Lauralae's arm while the other hovers over the wound. it's a soft whisper of a spell before the skin seems to knit itself right back together, as though the wound had never existed in the first place, only the remnants of blood left behind to be washed away later. Clarke's sure she remembers a rune that could do it right now, but it isn't worth the risk of writing the incorrect one.
Clarke's shoulders sag after that, exhaustion gripping tightly to her as the adrenaline begins to ebb away, a release that happens far too quickly. reaching up, she rubs a hand across her eyes. )
Thank you for protecting me.