[ As scatterbrained as he is, he'd almost forgotten - he can heal this. He's a bard, of course he can heal a small puncture, and hadn't he promised to? The smell might not go away for a while, but he can at least seal the wound. He just needs a song, and luckily he has a new one in his head he's already focused on.
He's never been a particularly good singer, but the knows how to pull magic from his own melodies no matter how they're made. After a couple deep breaths he slides his hand from his mouth to his neck and beings to sing the same lyrics Elena played for him moments ago. There's no healing light or visible crackle of energy, but there's something in the way he hums that isn't quite the same as normal music. It only takes a just a few seconds, maybe a few more as tired as he is, and when he pulls his hand away the two little spots on his neck are as good as gone. The skin still red and irritated, but there's hardly a mark otherwise.
Gildor's brows knot and he stops the humming to clear his throat. He tentatively rolls his head to the side, then the other, feeling it out. There's still some pain, but it will fade soon enough. ]
There... nothing to fret about. I'll still take that water though, thank you.
[ The nausea is still strong, and much as he'd rather not eat or drink right away, staying hydrated would be wise. ]
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[ As scatterbrained as he is, he'd almost forgotten - he can heal this. He's a bard, of course he can heal a small puncture, and hadn't he promised to? The smell might not go away for a while, but he can at least seal the wound. He just needs a song, and luckily he has a new one in his head he's already focused on.
He's never been a particularly good singer, but the knows how to pull magic from his own melodies no matter how they're made. After a couple deep breaths he slides his hand from his mouth to his neck and beings to sing the same lyrics Elena played for him moments ago. There's no healing light or visible crackle of energy, but there's something in the way he hums that isn't quite the same as normal music. It only takes a just a few seconds, maybe a few more as tired as he is, and when he pulls his hand away the two little spots on his neck are as good as gone. The skin still red and irritated, but there's hardly a mark otherwise.
Gildor's brows knot and he stops the humming to clear his throat. He tentatively rolls his head to the side, then the other, feeling it out. There's still some pain, but it will fade soon enough. ]
There... nothing to fret about. I'll still take that water though, thank you.
[ The nausea is still strong, and much as he'd rather not eat or drink right away, staying hydrated would be wise. ]