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Fer was already halfway to Cole when the front of the lighthouse exploded into a rain of rubble. The force of the blast threw the sunsinger from her sprint through vex fire, and onto her face. Dazed, but only minorly wounded, she picked herself up, and closed the rest of the distance, collecting a few slap rifle bolts and high speed rubble chunks along the way.

After sliding into cover and cauterizing wherever she was bleeding, the warlock made her way next to the hunter. A brief inspection turned up only minor burns and bruises: It seemed the hunter's armour had taken most of the force of the grenade, leaving him only minorly wounded and unconscious.

"Ugh. Lazy bastard, sleeping on the job. Concussion isn’t even that bad."

Seeing as she didn’t really have to patch him up, the sunsinger reached out and clamped an arm around Cole's bicep. She then slowly channeled solar light into her hand in increasing increments. The hunter would either wake up with a burned arm, or, failing that, earn an even more unpleasant wakeup call from the warlock.