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8th l o s t s o u l ~ [Voice]

[Even in tense situations, Cheyenne was generally a very calm person. But the voice coming through the journals right now sounds very strained. There's a small cut on her cheek and a bit of blood on the other. She's trying to keep her voice steady, succeeding for the most part. But oddly enough, it doesn't sound like she's in pain. The way she's breathing and the manner she seems to be holding herself almost gives the impression that she's afraid of something.]

[But this was Cheyenne. That couldn't be it, right?]

I don't suppose... there are any healers in town willing to make house calls?

[[ooc: If your character has anything strange about them that Cheyenne might notice by looking at their soul (since that's the way she sees everything) please take a look over at her Permission Post! Also, don't worry about breaking time-space here. |D]]

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[Cheria knows someone already responded, but...]

If you still need some additional healing, I'd be happy to stop by your house.

Is your type of healing capable of repairing broken bones?

[Just like Alf, Cheria is getting a smile. It is most definitely a forced one.]

Ah... I'm afraid not, but it will speed up the healing process immensely and relieve most of the pain.

I see. [There's no sense of disappointment in her voice.] If it is not too much trouble, aiding in speeding up the healing process would be most helpful.

All right. Then, I'll be right there. Where do you live?

The first floor of community building 6. The second room on the right.

I'll be there in a moment. Please, try not to move unless it's absolutely necessary.

All right. The door is unlocked, so you may let yourself in.

All right.

[With that, she snaps her journal shut and sets out to the Community Housing building. When she reaches Cheyenne's apartment, she makes sure to knock before entering.]

Hello?

Hello. [The reply comes from just around the corner, where Cheyenne is sitting on the nearby couch, her right hand wrapped in a somewhat bloodied towel. The nearby coffee table has quite a few shards of glass on it, reflective as though they were once part of a mirror.]

[There are a few cuts on her arms as well, but they were mostly small. The ones nearest her injured hand seem to be a bit worse. Regardless, she's still keeping on a small smile.]

My apologies if I appear a bit messy. I haven't been able to clean myself up...

[Cheria instantly raises a hand to her mouth, stifling a soft gasp. Then she hurries forward to sit down next to Cheyenne, looking her over. She hardly even notices the glass shards.]

You poor thing. What happened?

[The moment Cheria sits down, Cheyenne scoots away just enough so they aren't touching at all. She knows the effects of her touch, giving chills and creating horrible negative emotions in the mind of the other person. She didn't want to subject that to someone she only just met, especially when they were helping her.]

It is not something so easily explained, but I am willing to do so after you've assisted me. This is... rather painful.

O-of course! Please, just try to relax.

[She moves her hands closer to Cheyenne's injured right arm, allowing them to hover about ten inches over the girl's own hand. Then she closes her eyes in concentration. A warm light glows from her fingertips, mending the slashed skin and taking away most of the pain.]

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