[ A sharp spike of anxiety lances through his chest. For a moment, he's frozen, recalling other times and other places. But then he forces his feet forward and comes to kneel beside the pair. He's already raising his hand to try and heal the fallen local - difficult when he's unable to perceive the exact way the miasma has taken hold of them.
The best he can do is cast generic, cleansing magic. ]
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The best he can do is cast generic, cleansing magic. ]