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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 3:28:40 GMT
"My apologies. I shouldn't have asked. I knew what happened to your son, but... My apologies."
"It's quite all right." Galen says quietly, standing, hand held to his chest, fingers bleeding "Excuse me for just a moment."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 3:53:03 GMT
"It's quite all right. Excuse me for just a moment."
"Have you a rag to clean it?" she asks as she stands with him. "I'll help mend it."
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 4:02:31 GMT
"Have you a rag to clean it? I'll help mend it."
"In the basin over there." Galen mutters, gesturing to the base of the far wall
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 4:12:15 GMT
"In the basin over there."
She starts over to it, waving her hand for him to follow as she takes the rag and wets it.
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 4:39:45 GMT
Walking over to her, Galen slowly stretches his arm out, free hand under the hurt to catch what blood he can
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 4:46:32 GMT
With a hand going underneath his, she gently dabs away the blood, looking for the shards as she works. When the blood was for the most part cleaned away, Zaire holds her hand over his and her eyes glow just a little, a light frost numbing the skin around the shards before the shards slip out themselves. She uses some of the frost to catch them, lifting them into the air and sets them on the small table near the basin, and she grabs the rag again and clean it once more. "Have you a bandage somewhere to wrap it?"
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 5:14:26 GMT
"Have you a bandage somewhere to wrap it?"
Jaw ticking as she uses magic to heal him, Galen shakes his head at her question, exhaling "I don't."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 5:33:55 GMT
"I don't."
"Then we'll improvise." She reaches down and pulls a knife from her boot and takes a strip from her cloak, using it to wrap it. "This will do for now, but it shouldn't take long for it to heal."
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 5:41:11 GMT
"Then we'll improvise. This will do for now, but it shouldn't take long for it to heal."
"You didn't have to do that, mage." Galen murmurs, stilling as he studies her
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 5:43:10 GMT
"You didn't have to do that, mage."
"Nonsense. It's my job," she responds, finishing his hand. "It's why I'm here." Though, that isn't entirely the truth, either.
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Post by Avery on Jan 13, 2016 6:14:44 GMT
"Nonsense. It's my job. It's why I'm here."
"Is it?" Tilting his head, Galen exhales slowly before his hand catches hers, gently pressing her back against the table, gaze on hers
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 13, 2016 6:22:13 GMT
"Is it?"
Her iceberg eyes meet his as he grasps her hand, her other coming to rest gently on the table behind her as she studies him closely. "It is what I was hired for in camp," Zaire murmurs, heading tilting a little, raven black hair spilling across her shoulders and down her back, nearly blending with her cloak. "And it is my profession."
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 5:35:57 GMT
"It is what I was hired for in camp. And it is my profession."
"So it was mere obligation that caused you to heal my hand?" Galen murmurs, grip on her hand loosening
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 5:45:43 GMT
"So it was mere obligation that caused you to heal my hand?
"No," she answers without hesitation, eyes bright. Though her mind runs as she fights emotion and loyalty, and she makes sure to hide it from her face.
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Post by Avery on Jan 14, 2016 6:10:32 GMT
"No,"
"Then why did you do it, mage?"
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