THE BLADES.
"So it would seem." As if pushing against a great weight, Amos muttered the words for Cure. The threads of the magick wrapped around Almalexia. "You did very well," he said to her. "Thank you for your assistance."
He would attend to Rictor also. But, meeting eyes with Balder and Filip, the Kaplan moved silently aside to tend first to the Gardists. Their own uttered Cures reached out to him, and he could not keep from a small smile. In all this, they had each other. Each of them were limbs to a single unit, all for the greater glory of Faram.
Sparing a last glance for the scholar and the Korporal, Amos tucked the Book back into his robes. Summoning the little energy he had left, he laid his open palms over Balder and Filip. Faram would take from them their suffering.