Tribby looked at him. "Oh yeah. I kind of forgot you could do that. Yes, actually. I'm borderline mortally wounded from earlier."
"Odd thing to forget."
"Odd thing for YOU to forget not to offer before we broke down this door."
"Touché." He muttered, waving his hands and closing her wounds as Ash flew over their heads in the background yelling present-company-excluded-expletives about sorcerers.
Magic beams of deadly force circled around the Kobolds, over obstacles and into Tribby's fur. She grunted. Jay El's heal had come in the nick of time.