Trust me.
Aravi didn’t hear Darnand approach, so his voice in hear ear was a surprise. His arm slipped around her and pulled her close.
What-? Her fevered mind wondered before they practically ignited. Fire leapt up around them, blinding her to what was around them. She curled into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut while the inferno raged around them. The sounds of pain and dying creatures penetrated her mind.
“Aravi,” Darnand said, keeping his voice calm. “Please do not move. I would like to stop the poison. Then we can discuss how to heal the damage.”
She nodded, but kept her eyes squeezed shut.
She felt his magic go to work on her, removing the poison from her body. Her strength was returning, the nausea receded. Her eyes came open. Darnand’s fire still whipped around them, but it was no longer overwhelming to her. She pushed herself to her feet, her swords braced against the ground. She wasn’t feeling healthy, but she felt more and more functional as Darnand’s magic flowed into her.