OH GOD THIS WAS THE WORST THING EVER. Kieran was positively wild with pain and terror and complete abject confusion. He was splayed on his side, legs twitching feebly with the instinct to run.

The appearance of another of those two-legged spirits did nothing to soothe him. If he'd been in a calmer state of mind, he might have registered that this one was speaking comforting words, but scared as he was, all he could think was that this one intended to punish him for his intrusion on the divine realm as well.

It wasn't until the heal staff came into play that things changed. It was the same nourishing, healing feeling that came from using Horn Leech, but it was all over instead of stemming in his antlers. The paralyzing agony receded, the snapped bones knit as seamlessly as if they'd never been broken, the bleeding halted entirely.

Hesitantly, Kieran righted himself, though he was still too shaken and weak from the ordeal to venture an attempt to stand. He raised his head, staring at Rhys with nothing less than utter awe. Rhys would only hear the typical poglespeak, but nonetheless, Kieran spoke.

"The gods have saved me...!"