"And put ourselves directly into harm's way?" Benedict's voice was filtered through mana expenditure, however, as his wove defensive spells around the party. The holy light filled him, and whatever irritation he had at flying down the stairs and bounding around corners with impetuous disregard for pacing and others began to silence in its warmth. The moment of calm dissipated.

No, the spellswords were still pushing their luck. "Forgive me." He frowned. He had always hated waiting his turn. What he could remember of it was irritating and most of all an insult to his skill. Over time, he'd developed the habit of trying with all of his might to get off another cure to no avail, only frustrating the invisible clock that bound him.

In that moment, he decided to chain an auto-regen spell, just as usual, and it went.

Just like that.

There was a blip of exhaustion, surprise, and joy, and then nothing.

Huh.

Well, there went the neighborhood. Now he knew nothing at all, right? "N-nevermind, I will just follow wherever you all decide."