Ok, time for more of the story I started, then dropped for half a year. Here it goes, for the pleasure of anyone reading this, wherever you are...
Oh, by the way, for the first two blurbs of this story, check June 21 and 24

I kneel down next to the shadowy form of Rayson and start a spell. Slowly but surely his form becomes somewhat solid again and I sigh in relief. I turn him over and his breathing is stable, but he is still unconscious and weak. For fear of worsening his condition, I refrain from using a teleport spell and instead just gently drag him into the shelter of the nearby trees.
'What could have spurred him to do that to himself,' I wonder. 'He has more common sense than to use plane shift more than once a day, in human form especially.' I sit down with my back against a tree next to him and patiently await his awakening.

There, that's it for today, I need a soda, bye.