"Careful! You almost singed my eyebrows off!"
"Sorry, lethallin!" Nathra cringed from across the way, ducking her head aside to avoid Carver's scathing glare. "One more time?" She bit her lip as she asked, half hiding behind her staff as she waited for her answer. Which Carver seemed hesitant to give. She fidgeted, tapping the toes of her right foot against the dirt and eventually drawing odd lines with the loose soil.
"One more time," Carver finally agreed, sighing.
She grinned at him now, readying her staff once she composed herself. She felt like she was going to explode with excitement, this was the first time she'd been able to get him alone. Even if things weren't going exactly as planned, it was still time alone and Nathra took that as a win.
When he nodded to her, she began to conjure another fireball. This time she kept it smaller and tried to direct it more with her staff. Carver deflected it downward, but Nathra's eyes widened when she saw a few dispersing flames lick at his face.
With a cry of dismay, she dropped her staff and scurried forward. Carver was bent over, hands on knees and shield dropped aside as he groaned and grumbled. She dropped to her knees in front of him, hoping to get a better view of where the injury was.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
Carver tried to wave her off, but Nathra wouldn't budge until he finally tipped his head up. A clear burn ran from his chin back up toward his cheek and she gasped. Covering her mouth with her hand a moment, her mind raced with what to do. You're a mage, stupid, heal him! Right, right! Mage.
"C-can I?" Her hands hovered over the burn, the magic just crackling below the surface.
"It's not that bad," he protested.
Nathra hissed at him. "Yes it is! I'm looking right at it! Varric is going to kill me!"
Carver began to laugh then, but grimacing when the motion caused a bit of pain. "Dammit." He crouched down, then rocked back to sit with a frustrated grunt.
Almost immediately, Nathra was moving closer to him and leaning over the burn. This time she didn't ask for permission, instead she summoned a cold spell in her right hand and pressed it gently against the burn. Carver hissed and cursed a couple times, but he didn't jerk away or attempt to escape her careful contact.
"Your sense of boundaries is incorrigible, you know that?" He chuckled gently, careful not to jostle the wounded spot too much. "But thank you, Nathra."
"Any time, da'mi."
While his expression twisted into one of confusion, he seemed to let the thought drop after a moment. Nathra found herself thankful, however, as the small flutter in her chest from their close proximity was beginning to create a severe distraction.