James/Emily/Cian v. Bandercoeurl
Cian groaned as he holstered his gun and said, "Speak for yourself, buddy. I could use some healing." Hey, if she was offering, he wasn't going to be stupidly selfless. "I'll fight better if I can walk straight." Though he didn't intend to fight anymore if he could help it -- it didn't seem the city was being overrun, for a change.
He'd just take a nice ride on his hoverbike and wait it out on a rooftop. Take the heal, follow along, then slip away when they weren't paying attention. Oh no, separated in battle, boo hoo. Happened all the time.
He smiled at Emily, said, "Appreciate the help, sugar."