Wraithvine was deep in meditation when the humans shook hir roughly awake. Nearly dragging hir before ze could land. "Hurry, hurry, the cave-in was bad! No one's dead, but there's a lot of people badly hurt, we need you, NOW, my lord!" -- Anon Guest
"Not your lord," Wraithvine gently rubbed hir backside as the people dragged hir out and into the caverns. Where four teams of people were overwhelmed by the casualties at hand. This part of the area was stable. Not just propped and shored, but also re-enforced with the most robust D'varuv engineering.
People were bleeding. People were screaming. People were winding bandages, boiling water, brewing balms... it was a sort of chaos.
They needed everyone who had even the slightest mote of healing power. And, in the case of Wraithvine, anyone who could do anything to help. Well. Ze had seen much, learned much, and could do so very much more than the average Wizard that might wander the world.
Step one, set magical servants to help with the unskilled labor. Step two, an extra, spectral hand to stir the brews. Third... as many healing spells for as many of those suffering as Wraithvine could wrangle.
When one has put hir hand on the heart of a god, one has at least one deity on one's side. So Wraithvine had more than a simple prayer at hir disposal.
Ze could not do it all, but ze could do a lot.
It still took most of the day. Even then, there were patients who would be weeks in recovery.
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