"Larsa?! Larsa, what's wrong?" It was all she could do to keep from panicking herself, fearful that he was hurt, or worse, she'd somehow inflicted it. Immediately, she tried to cast a curative spell on him, watching as ribbons of light washed over him then faded.

She dropped to the ground, wrapping her arms around him and pleading, "Please..." Please don't die on me too.