A wave of panic washes over Asra at Calim surrendering to unconsciousness in his state. Looking over her shoulder, she sees that Georg has already gotten the message.Calim turns his head to look toward the door Georg disappeared through, then back to Asra. His pupils are huge, even more so than they should be in the relatively dim light. "Latch... behind the crates," he mumbles, then licks his dry lips several times. "Shows... the door."
That's all he has to say for now, as his eyes roll up and he goes limp. His pulse is still thready, his breathing shallow.
"O's and A, I am not killing anyone else today," she swears, her voice thick with emotion as she adjusts Calim into a more comfortable position. She's never tried healing magic before, and its not really something she ever thought she'd have to try. But damn it all if she isn't going to give it her best shot.
Pushing aside all of her anxiety about how terribly her magic has affected her, Asra braces her stomach for that upsetting lurch of power as she peels back the cloth to examine the wound. Her heart hurts at the fact that she did this to him, but she pushes those thoughts down to focus.
She's familiar with the human body. Has to be for her illusions to hold any weight. Has to know about blood and muscle and sinew and skin so that her images don't lurch or shift unnaturally. This is just... another application of that knowledge.
She presses her hands to either side of the cleft skin and focuses on replacing what was lost. She breathes deeply and fights through the flip of her stomach as she lets magic flow into Calim, resetting bone, and stitching muscle and replacing flesh. She's exhausted by it, but in a flash, Calim's wound is repaired and pink with new skin.