Blue Hawk
Hawk nods, then rises from where he still sits cross-legged, and turns to Jibrīl. “Please try not getting hurt again. The spirits do not care much for fools, and those who get hurt many times in one day are ones they consider foolish. It will be harder to call on them to heal you a third time.”
Hawk begins drumming in a now-familiar pattern, and calls forth the spirits to mend Jibrīl’s injuries. The spirits apparently do not yet see the Wazifi man as foolish, and the skin closes itself beneath the healer’s touch.
“It is done. De Courcy, should I be healing the others, or reserving the spirits’ assistance for to let us breathe for the swim out?”
