[So observant, Sokka! Ion stays still for a moment, gritting his teeth as he pulls himself slowly to his feet. A few strings of thorns stay with him as he rises, clinging to his arms and even his hair. Though there's a fair number of them, most of his cuts seem pretty small.] I-I think so...
[But when he pulls up his hands up, one string of thorns comes up with it, the spikes having dug into his palms. He manages to pull it off, but that only makes it hurt.]
...d-do either of you happen to know healing magic?
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[But when he pulls up his hands up, one string of thorns comes up with it, the spikes having dug into his palms. He manages to pull it off, but that only makes it hurt.]
...d-do either of you happen to know healing magic?