[ He exhales a breath and recites the divine words for healing and health. His eyes shut as he begins to focus on the power given to him to repair the injury Vanitas sustained. The warmth would start slow, like a tiny flame struggling to lit. This world, he knew it affected his healing; made it slower, less potent unless done over time, but he continued to hold his concentration on the spell.
The air rippled around them forming a dome of heat, no light being given off; a protective shield as he cast. Then Vanitas would feel the healing warmth slowly, but surely knitting the wound back together. It's when that warmth filled him that he would feel it;
They would feel like they were beneath a noonday sun, basked in delicious warmth and comfort as a happy memory came to them and felt bright and shiny and new. This is how it would be for the next few minutes. ]
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The air rippled around them forming a dome of heat, no light being given off; a protective shield as he cast. Then Vanitas would feel the healing warmth slowly, but surely knitting the wound back together. It's when that warmth filled him that he would feel it;
They would feel like they were beneath a noonday sun, basked in delicious warmth and comfort as a happy memory came to them and felt bright and shiny and new. This is how it would be for the next few minutes. ]