Welcome to Gaia! ::

When she took hold of Wolframite’s hand, her watery form extended out to him, and with her other hand she pulled water from the faucet. It moved much like the ball of water she’d normally summon of her own will but much smaller in quantity.

Better than using alcohol to clean an open wound, it flowed into his form, and like a cool salve, it filled and mended the lacerations easily.

Her magic faded early as it was no longer needed, and he was made whole again save for a bit of missing fur which did not grow back, unfortunately. “And here I was hoping this would have saved some time.” Sadly the dirt and grime remained unremoved as did the bit of mustard on his shoe from the sandwich. “Sorry” Her lips twisted into a rueful, yet amused, smile. “I tried.”

“We’ll take care of this tomorrow,” she gave his beard a playful tug. “C’mon.” Laven gestured with her head towards the stairs, knowing exactly what he wanted. He’d been gone too long and she’d be lying if she said she’d be ok waiting in their room for him to get clean.