Feelora: *She takes her hand down and looks over at Cyrus. She smirks a bit then walks over to him.*
You know, I was just trying to be light-hearted! Now would you stop moving your arm? It may just make the wound worse.
*Feelora grabs his arm softly and looks at the bandage. Her fingers work steadily to pull of the bandage, which is a bit worn down. She peels it off, knowing that Cyrus will flinch or groan. What she sees is not the prettiest, but she's seen worse. The wound is pink and wet, but not festering.*
I'm sorry... *Feelora says this and looks up at Cyrus with a bit of reluctance. She then reaches into her bag to pull out new bandages. She tosses the old bandage aside. Her other hand grabs the small vial from her waistband, and she bites off the lid. She shakes a little, dropping one drop of the healing potion onto the wound. The liquid spreads and glows a light blue light for a few seconds, then dims. She then wraps the new bandages around his arm, fast and tidy.*
This should work. You don't need much healing potion because the wound isn't too severe. Thus, I didn't need to say a chant this time either. *She looks up at Cyrus again and flashes coy smile.* Oh and uh, you're welcome.
*Feelora then turns away and towards Olivia.* Are you ready for this adventure? Because we are.