[Lance holsters his gun, allowing the light to fade out on it for just a moment and shifting his spell to the shield; he probably should've done that earlier, but whatever, they're kind of having to improvise here.
He reaches out to pat Ian's shoulder in passing, trying to reassure him a little while he goes toward the back of the group to see what he can do for the injured man. It's for the best that he isn't quite able to tell what the man with the glasses says, because he would've informed him he's welcome to leave any time if he's so eager to do so, and Ian's way of handling things is a lot better.
Lance kneels next to the injured man, offering him a small smile and a few words of reassurance.]
I think I can help.
[He glances at the woman who's been doing her best so far, and explains to her how to doing a simple pattern of calming breaths; once she's got the idea, and has distracted the injured scientist with the task, Lance turns his attention back to the injury. Okay. He can't exactly fix this, but he can certainly stop the damage from worsening, and he closes his eyes briefly in concentration.
The slow progression of the acid ceases, and so does the bleeding, some of the torn edges of the wound smoothing out. At least now it isn't getting worse, and the edge of the pain is taken off, and now the small assortment of medical supplies he'd been given can come in handy as he covers the injury in preparation for them all to get moving. With any lucky, the scientist will be stable enough not to just to get out of here, but to get safely back to the base.
Which is good, because scrabbling has begun again, from two different passageways.]
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He reaches out to pat Ian's shoulder in passing, trying to reassure him a little while he goes toward the back of the group to see what he can do for the injured man. It's for the best that he isn't quite able to tell what the man with the glasses says, because he would've informed him he's welcome to leave any time if he's so eager to do so, and Ian's way of handling things is a lot better.
Lance kneels next to the injured man, offering him a small smile and a few words of reassurance.]
I think I can help.
[He glances at the woman who's been doing her best so far, and explains to her how to doing a simple pattern of calming breaths; once she's got the idea, and has distracted the injured scientist with the task, Lance turns his attention back to the injury. Okay. He can't exactly fix this, but he can certainly stop the damage from worsening, and he closes his eyes briefly in concentration.
The slow progression of the acid ceases, and so does the bleeding, some of the torn edges of the wound smoothing out. At least now it isn't getting worse, and the edge of the pain is taken off, and now the small assortment of medical supplies he'd been given can come in handy as he covers the injury in preparation for them all to get moving. With any lucky, the scientist will be stable enough not to just to get out of here, but to get safely back to the base.
Which is good, because scrabbling has begun again, from two different passageways.]