Steven took a deep breath in as he held his free hand over Gobo, his expression intensely focused on the Fraggle at first, before his gaze shifted to something unseen - or maybe nothing at all. A warm, pink glow emitted from his hand, growing ever stronger and brighter.
Perdita didn't like it. Gobo still looked to be on death's door, and after a few solid minutes of working his healing magic, Steven wasn't looking very good at all, himself. Sweat beaded along his browline, and he was starting to squint as if dizzied, or suffering a headache. She made a light, whimpering noise, but Steven just breathed out a quick, faint, "It's okay, Peri."
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Perdita didn't like it. Gobo still looked to be on death's door, and after a few solid minutes of working his healing magic, Steven wasn't looking very good at all, himself. Sweat beaded along his browline, and he was starting to squint as if dizzied, or suffering a headache. She made a light, whimpering noise, but Steven just breathed out a quick, faint, "It's okay, Peri."