[He does brace himself, but the healing still hurts like hell. Koltira clenches his fists as the holy energy sears him, as he struggles not to vocalize the terrible pain. He goes rigid, his teeth grinding. But the spell does its work. The open wounds stitch closed, leaving behind a new--albeit still dead and blue with cold--skin in their wake.
Koltira came to Ashraf very badly injured, and he sinks to his knees as the spellcasting continues. It may take another round.]
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Koltira came to Ashraf very badly injured, and he sinks to his knees as the spellcasting continues. It may take another round.]
G ... go on.