His hands gripped the blanket while trying not to struggle, but the harsh breathing through clenched teeth made it clear that things were going terrible for him. A body that didn't have the leeway to be struggling so much, using up energy that should have been used on his own natural healing. And the green eyed cultivator used it too - sacrificing the precious energy in his leg to seal the worst of the screaming pain receptors closest to his torso. To keep the main arteries from collapsing or gaining any further tears.
She had no choice. For as quickly as the older woman was trying to work, the leg was withering visibly under the corruption. A rapid state of what had been happening slowly through his whole body before as the Void essence induced cohesive failures in the material plane as it decayed. By the end, Zyris was breathing just as hard as the woodworker… and the shaking from concentration was now instead shivering from the failure.
