[ WP ] Most warriors and mages look down on healers ... . Except this one .

Cyrus sat near the fire, his eyes closed as if in deep thought. Athene looked at him, wondering what in the name of the gods the fair-haired healer could be thinking of. 
 
 `` He's still meditating?'' Grao sat next to Athene, two freshly killed rabbits in his hand. 
 
 `` I think he fell asleep.'' Athene rolled his eyes and put down the stick he'd been using to poke the fire. 
 
 It had been two months since the three joined forces. Well, since Cyrus joined to be more precise. Their most recent mission was to capture at least three Black Dragoons for a certain hotheaded blacksmith in town. Athene was n't exactly friendly with Cyrus, but he was n't exactly hostile either. 
 
 `` I can hear you.'' Cyrus opened one eye and looked at the young red-head. 
 
 If one needed further proof the blacksmith and Athene were mother and son, their temper was certainly said proof. A **glance** had set of Athene's nerves and he was already a few yards away when Grao finally noticed. As expected of a little thief. 
 
 Anger soon turned to panic as an arrow lodged itself in a tree just inches from Athene's face. Three more arrows followed, and Athene ran. He was n't sure if he was heading to the others. He reached for hia dagger, only to find it was not there. 
 
 *By the fire... * He remembered setting it down, but not picking it up. He swore under his breathe and tried to remember the path he took after so childishly stomping away. 
 
 An arrow hit Athene right in the shoulder. It only slowed him down, but it was just enough for Athene to see a flash of steel aimed right for his head. 
 
 He closed his eyes and dived for the ground. Or rather, he was pushed. Athene looked up and saw a familiar figure in pale white and blue clothes. The green eyes that had somehow angered Athene earlier were now intensely focused on the bandit in front of them. 
 
 Cyrus had a steel wire wrapped around the bandit's wrist. With one pull, the bandit lost a hand. 
 
 Blood was practically pouring out the stump, and Athene was still in shock. What Cyrus did next added to it. 
 
 With a quick flick of his hand, Cyrus had manipulated the bandit's blood, cutting the man quite viciously. From the bushes, Grao emerged with the rest of the bandits tied up together quite neatly. 
 
 Athene had forgotten the arrow in his shoulder, only to remember when Cyrus tried to remove the arrow. Seeing a friend hurt must be painful in its own way, judging by the small change in expression. After finally getting the arrow out, all that was left was to tend to the wound. 
 
 `` Just hold still, alright?'' Grao patted Athene's good shoulder. For once, Athene did n't think of it as condescending. 
 
 The fair-haired healer moved his fingers in slight, sharp movements. Athene's blood moved accordingly, forming a small four-pointed scar where the wound had been. Cyrus seemed to smile. No, he **did** smile. 
 
 Athene remembered hearing about blood magic a few times before. How it was dangerously powerful, and the Council considered banning it. But seeing it be used to **heal** was quite the sight. 
 
 ( I am tired. After submitting this I'm off to bed. )
