Healing 3

She shoved the angel’s torso off of Venser and kneeled over him. Off to the side his helmet sat with a tremendous dent the rough size of the angel’s claw. Elspeth turned back to Venser. He was breathing, she was glad to see. She felt his head and found a large lump above his ear. Koth and the fleshling appeared. Then the guide.

“What’s this now?” Koth said.

Elspeth ignored the knave. She put her hand on Venser’s forehead. Down her arm trickled the mana she had in reserve. It moved into her hand and settled into Venser’s forehead.

“This would not have happened if I were leading,” Koth mumbled. “We wouldn’t be down here with mutes and trackers, tearing angels apart.”

“I am not mute,” the fleshling said.

Elspeth concentrated more mana into Venser, trying to wake him from his slumber. Please, she thought.

Venser’s eyes popped open. They looked around wildly, and then settled on Elspeth’s face. He brought his hand to his face and wiped his hair out of his eyes. His hair is long now, she thought. Hadn’t it been short when Koth talked her into kidnapping him? How long have we been in the bowels of this place?

Scars of Mirrodin: The Quest for Karn, Chapter 16