Ezra laid in his bed, groaning from deep gash across his torso from the Crystalbug.
Rav hovered over him, inspecting the wound carefully while Oberyn sat on the other side of the bed, fraught and worried.
"Well, you've probably already realized this, Ezra…but you're going to die."
"Shut up and heal me," Ezra grumbled.
"Fine, fine," Rav said hurriedly, rolling his eyes. "You can't let me have any fun."
He worked his healing magic clouds into Ezra's wound to patch him up - the fluffy magic served both as healing ointment and gauze against a flesh wound.
It took the seasoned sage only a few minutes to seal Ezra's wounds. As he finished his work, his fingers grazed somewhat longingly against Ezra's chest.
He pulled his hand back quickly as he did - catching himself and frowning for just a moment before collecting himself.
"Ah…sorry," Rav said quickly.
"Did I die back there in the cave? No way Rav just apologized for something…"
