[ Otome is used to days of this. Of chaos, of murderous creatures running rampant-- so even though she's still not feeling very well, and she's tired, she's coping much better than most people she's seen.
It's by sheer chance that she runs into Steven and his... plant, and she only has a few seconds to notice that he's hunched over before she takes action. She can ask questions later. For now... ]
Kazfiel-- heal him, please!
[ The demon with her nods, turning towards Steven's huddled form as his hands begin to glow with a pale green light. Any injuries, at least, should disappear.
And on her end, Otome narrows her eyes, calling on one of her own spells. A sound like lightning cracks from the purple-white light descending on the ghosts, and once it strikes, everything goes blinding white. ]
phase iii;
It's by sheer chance that she runs into Steven and his... plant, and she only has a few seconds to notice that he's hunched over before she takes action. She can ask questions later. For now... ]
Kazfiel-- heal him, please!
[ The demon with her nods, turning towards Steven's huddled form as his hands begin to glow with a pale green light. Any injuries, at least, should disappear.
And on her end, Otome narrows her eyes, calling on one of her own spells. A sound like lightning cracks from the purple-white light descending on the ghosts, and once it strikes, everything goes blinding white. ]