Irah's eyes widened slightly for the way the shifter was suddenly rushing him, having no idea what was going on until he caught the flash of movement from the striking snake out of the corner of his eye. By then it was too late for him to run but still he was scrambling to his feet when Akio managed to knock him out of the way. Gods, why was he such a magnet for trouble?!
Akio's cry of pain sprung him into action, righting himself with a wince as he watched the snake fly through the air. His heart was pounding with a delayed adrenaline rush, but at least it had a purpose as he watched the shifter buckle before him. The mage stumbled forward, rushing into action and setting his hands at his shoulders to nervously glide over his torso, but- There was no blood or bite there.
"Akio," he muttered worriedly, tilting his head to study him. He finally caught sight of the blood running from the wound at his leg, face falling for the way it was already changing to a rather angry color while the torn flesh was weeping rather spectacularly. He didn't hesitate at all, gently nudging the larger man to lie down.
"I didn't see it, I'm sorry... Thank you," he sighed, shaking his head as he moved down to study the bite without touching it. Gods, it looked painful. He'd spared Irah from being bitten at least, but now he was suffering for it.
The mage tsked softly, brow furrowing in sympathy as he looked him over. "Stay still, I know that must hurt," he murmured, voice calm even as he waffled on whether he should intervene or if it would be safer for them both to just let the bite run its course. He'd heard many rumors, but he had no idea how dangerous or venomous any of the snakes were that called the islands home. Something tugged at Irah, though, the thought of leaving the wound alone for Akio to endure through its entirety simply unacceptable.
There was little he could do for the venom that had already slipped far away into his blood, but Irah settled his fingertips to the shifter's leg with a gentle pressure to try to relieve the worst of it before it had time to fester. Loosely surrounding the bite Irah poured his magic out to him in a bursting pulse of glowing green light that wretched a small gasp of pain from his lips.
He quickly clamped down on it, though, calming the torrential outpouring into faint, curling wisps that lightly licked at his wounds instead. Desperately he tried to will the area purified of venom and begin the delicate process of knitting deeply torn muscle back together again.