Hold still, please. This won't take a moment. [ Lana's voice is as quiet as she can possibly make it, but it still feels far too loud for hiding in the woods like this. An inter-house tournament in the forest had seemed like a good idea for training, and it was until bandits happened. There's only so much damage they can do with practice weapons despite what Professor Byleth might think, and so the students had been given the order to flee.

Leading them to now. Magic gathers around Lana's hands, before she presses them gently to the nasty gouge on Dedue's arm, watching numbly as skin knits itself back together beneath her touch. The blood doesn't bother her nearly as much as it once did, but the gore is still rather difficult to stomach. ] There. How does it feel? [ A pause, and then; ] ... Thank you, Dedue. You didn't have to cover me like that, but I'm grateful that you did. You're far too kind for your own good.