[Thank goodness. Linhardt isn't sure what on earth could have happened if that mage didn't go down, but thankfully, he's no worse for wear. Except for his uniform jacket, but that's at least something that can be replaced.]
I'm fine, Hubert. Nothing that a vulnerary can't fix.
[...Never mind the fact that he doesn't have one on him, but we'll cross that bridge if we get to it. But now that the battle is over, Linhardt really can't deny the fact that this is...kind of awkward, if he's gonna be honest. Being confronted with the friend who he's ruined things with is definitely not how Linhardt wanted to spend this day, but...
Well, Linhardt walks closer to Hubert, gaze going towards Hubert's own injuries.]
Give me your arm, Hubert. It looks awful. [Linhardt starts to prepare a healing spell, and his look goes almost frustrated.] ...What were you thinking, going after them alone with your injury?
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I'm fine, Hubert. Nothing that a vulnerary can't fix.
[...Never mind the fact that he doesn't have one on him, but we'll cross that bridge if we get to it. But now that the battle is over, Linhardt really can't deny the fact that this is...kind of awkward, if he's gonna be honest. Being confronted with the friend who he's ruined things with is definitely not how Linhardt wanted to spend this day, but...
Well, Linhardt walks closer to Hubert, gaze going towards Hubert's own injuries.]
Give me your arm, Hubert. It looks awful. [Linhardt starts to prepare a healing spell, and his look goes almost frustrated.] ...What were you thinking, going after them alone with your injury?