[Edward looks like he's about seconds away from collapsing. They're close to the village, but just not close enough, and it's not like Oswald has any flares he could send out or if anyone would even get here in time if he did--Oswald's leg twists under him a bit and he hisses, dropping his cane and unwittingly sending them both to their knees. He barely manages to keep them both there and not going all the way to the ground. It's feeling more hopeless by the minute and he doesn't know what to do.
His magic sits, vibrating, just barely repressed at the edge of his consciousness. He can feel it reaching for Edward; grasping fingers that startle and surprise him. But then Oswald's eyes narrow, flicking briefly, panicked, over Edward's form. His magic has always drawn him towards poisoned rats, diseased creatures--the sick and the ill, wanting to sink itself into such things and twine itself around it with a need that Oswald has long repressed. It hadn't reached for Edward until now, but now it's stretching out its tendrils, especially towards that wound in his side--
Oswald sucks in a breath, shaky, before pressing his hand there] Just--hold still, Edward, I need to--[it's stilted, nervous, as he feels his magic seep out of him, work its way into whatever wound Edward sustained there, and wrap tightly around the infection, latching onto it like a hungry thing.]
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His magic sits, vibrating, just barely repressed at the edge of his consciousness. He can feel it reaching for Edward; grasping fingers that startle and surprise him. But then Oswald's eyes narrow, flicking briefly, panicked, over Edward's form. His magic has always drawn him towards poisoned rats, diseased creatures--the sick and the ill, wanting to sink itself into such things and twine itself around it with a need that Oswald has long repressed. It hadn't reached for Edward until now, but now it's stretching out its tendrils, especially towards that wound in his side--
Oswald sucks in a breath, shaky, before pressing his hand there] Just--hold still, Edward, I need to--[it's stilted, nervous, as he feels his magic seep out of him, work its way into whatever wound Edward sustained there, and wrap tightly around the infection, latching onto it like a hungry thing.]