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OOC: Oh, yeah, laying of hands. I don't bother with the "clerical spells past level nine" crap, 'cause that just complicates things; he gets hand-laying, undead-turning, and evil-smiting, and that's about it. Sorry, I should have clarified.

Okay, I'm gone after this post.

BIC: *'Bait nods.* Unless you prefer to live in ignorance, yes. Take it easy at first, of course; something's interfering, beyond your biology ... which, yes, I can tell isn't human. And the injuries aren't exactly fresh, which disrupts things a bit, but ... you should be able to stand and walk without too much pain. I wouldn't bank on running quite yet, though.

*He stands up and reaches out to take Cinder's forearm in his own.* Here, come on up. I'm called Dragonbait, by the by.

Ontaros looks just a little disaproving "I didn't mean for you to leave everyone... Anyway, I just wanted ask you, you seemed a little distressed earlier when we were talking with Sexeya, is something the matter?" He looked concerned when he was asking her, he didn't want his long time friend to be upset with him.

Cinder wiggles his toes a little and smiles when he takes the offered arm. My feet are a bit of a give away on that one I'm afraid. He gets up onto the afore mentioned feet and works on steadying himself, wincing a little because of some of the muscles pulling to keep him balanced but once he's up he does pretty well. Nice to meet you Dragonbait, I'm Cinder. He looks behind him briefly and smiles to his new friend. I don't suppose you could do me one more thing? I'm not really sure I'll be alright going down far enough to pick up my crutch, you grab it for me? I wouldn't feel right just leaving firewood laying out in the open like this. He laughs some, he's certainly brightened up in just the last few moments with having his leg back in semi-working order.

Oh don't do that, it's not your fault.
As to Dragonbait. I don't know. I guess because she's a demon, he must've been afraid she might go after you. It's nice of him to care about you like that.

>>SilverFang nods<< I know you can take care of yourself. You're a very capable person.
>>She smiles at him<< Don't look so glum.

*Quickly, 'Bait scoops up the end of the crutch with one foot and flips it around.* Here you go. Hmm ...

*He steps back, studying Cinder's stance analytically.* There's something off, here. Must be the SpellJammer itself, being an intense source of supernatural energies; I've seen such happen before, though rarely. That, or you've already alienated Yeshua so much that He only does this grudgingly, but that's even more rare. I'd have to heal a demon to see something like that happen.

*Without realizing it, he jerks his thumb in the general direction of Sexeya's last known position, then resumes his analysis.* Well, you're standing a bit better, so it can't be too bad. Perhaps tomorrow, if you're willing, I can take it a bit further ... but if the injury's too old, then I can't really do anything. Still, if it helped even but a little ...

I'm only a recent arrival, here but a day. If by "master" you refer to Ontaros, then he found me down on the surface and invited me up ... a rather roundabout way of inviting anyone anywhere, but I suppose it helps to keep out the casual sightseers. I've only met Ontaros, the lady SilverFang, and now yourself.

*He turns slightly, taking in the crowd.* Mostly werewolves and moogles ... and what isn't either of those is male. Are there not many females up here?

*He pauses, remembering the succubus and Aurora, but neither of them is what he would consider safe for conversation. That is, both of them would probably rather kill him.*