I wouldn't be too worried about setting a good example around me. But it would be pretty foolish to say no for the hell of it. Unless you don't trust me, of course, [ Claude says, kneeling down in front of her. ] Go on, roll up your pant leg.

[ Once Ethlyn does, Claude holds his hand just above her knee. In all honesty, he's never been a particularly adept healer. There's something in him that just resists it. He doesn't believe in the Goddess, but there's no denying the power that flows through him when he calls upon her for aid. Or perhaps it's not in her, but from some well deep within him? Either way, it's nothing he's ever been good at. He's always been close to flunking his healing classes, and even after all this time, he can only muster the barest of healing incantations.

He's simply lacking in the faith, he supposes. But his lack of faith doesn't stop the energy from coursing through him, hand gleaming with a faint blue glow over her knee. It's not a strong healing spell, but enough to ease some of the pain, strained muscles eased, inflammation soothed. Claude shakes his hand out, unused to the sensation. ]

Okay, how's that?