[Ravi is ignoring pretty much everything not directly related to his stated goal: find people, heal them into a stable condition, patch up the rest and point them toward the nearest National Guard contingent to get proper medical attention. There are certainly a few people healed back from the brink of death, and he's not making any secret of his magic--because why the fuck should he, the masquerade's pretty thoroughly broken by this point.]
[he's starting to get a headache, and he stops for a minute to down some ibuprofen, which gives any interested reporters a perfect opportunity to catch up and corner him.]
Toss me an NPC
[he's starting to get a headache, and he stops for a minute to down some ibuprofen, which gives any interested reporters a perfect opportunity to catch up and corner him.]