"Nonsense. I want as much of that healing spell on me as possible. Not getting any younger here, thanks."

Klarth does, however, take a step or three back. He glances skyward just in case a meteor or a lich chooses this opportune moment to crash the party, but it doesn't seem terribly likely. As Celena once more begins to cast, Klarth watches, the former feeling of certainty overriding his anxiety once again. It was true. They had spent much too much effort to fail now. He had perfect confidence in both himself and the members of the team.

Dagaria would be healed.

"You mean you've got perfect confidence in your ability to stand around watching, right?"

"Sh."