Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191228054644/@comment-35042251-20191230081849

Wind Weaver stepped up in front of the nearest patient, an old man who was so weak he had to be supported by two other mortals. A look of empathetic compassion crossed her face and reaching out, she gently touched his cheek. "Sir, I'm going to need you to breathe in deeply and stay calm. If you panic, it'll be a lot worse." She softly explained, the air currents around her free hand shimmering slightly as she started to work up the softest of breezes.

The old man nodded slightly after a coughing attack, before inhaling a shaky breath. Before he could exhale, Wind Weaver's breeze blew forwards through his nostrils and mouth, rushing all the through his respiratory system and deep into his lungs, filling them with fresh, pure air. Then, she made a jerking gesture backwards and the breath was yanked out, hurting despite her best efforts to be as gentle as she could while still being effective.

The smoky air trapped inside his lungs was blowing around in a ball, floating above Wind Weaver's palm. With a wave of her hand, it was dispersed with a wind of fresh, cool air. Wind Weaver smiled encouragingly at the old man again and did the same a few more times, clearing out the rest of the smoke and filling his lungs with cool, fresh air purified by her air magic.