Luke: -curses and pulls off his shirt, pressing it against her wound, trying desperately to stop the bleeding- please Beth hang on
Lyra: -traces the muscles with one of her nails- Luke: -leans down and presses his lips against hers-
Beth: *starts getting more stable slowly then is suddenly all better and blushing: sometime certain emotions trigger magic
(shoot, grammar mistake *At an inn) Gale: *leaves the room* "Mel?" *bites my lip* (he hadn't meant to call her Mel, he calls her that when he's alone XD)
Melodie: Not normally, love. It's on occasions when I don't see Sweeny the whole day. *Drops her dress, whispering and continuing to walk*