Alister's stern expression softened, a warm smile breaking through as he stepped closer. "Ease up, Silvyr. No need to be so stiff every time you see me."
Silvyr flushed, his green hair swaying as he nodded quickly.
"U-understood, my lord," he stammered, straightening with a look of relief and embarrassment.
Alister sighed, shaking his head fondly, then gestured to Arden and his team members. "Heal these humans. They've taken a beating, and I need them in one piece."
Silvyr turned to Arden and his team, his yellow eyes softening with focus. "Yes, my lord," he said, his voice steadier now. He raised his staff, the vines pulsing brighter, and waved it in a gentle arc.
A wave of green light cascaded over the guild like sunlight filtering through leaves. Wounds knit closed, bruises faded, and broken bones snapped back into place with faint pops.
