[And finally, the frown on her face gives way to something closer to relief as she pulls out the rolled-up piece of parchment with a familiar incantation of healing on it.]
Much faster now, I would think. [A quick cast, and she can feel the wounds closing. It's less like a fresh wound now, and more like one more readily healed. A bit of a twinge of pain, but ignorable. Maria lets a slow sigh.]
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Much faster now, I would think. [A quick cast, and she can feel the wounds closing. It's less like a fresh wound now, and more like one more readily healed. A bit of a twinge of pain, but ignorable. Maria lets a slow sigh.]
... You would run past them, yes?