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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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Would a broken wrist be possible? [She shifts her arm a bit, and takes in a short, quick breath.] ...and perhaps a few fingers as well.

...I can definitely do the wrist.

I'd need a look at the fingers.

Hm...

I don't suppose you could come over right now?

Sure. Where are ya?

Community building 6, first floor, second room on the right.

I'm on my way!

Ray Wing!

[The transmission ends in a gust of wind. About five minutes later, a knock sounds at the door of Cheyenne's apartment.]

[There's no answer for a few moments... after which, Lina may hear a small crash and the sound of someone nearly crying out, cutting their voice off rather quickly.]

[The voice that follows sounds rather strained.]

The door is open.

[About a split second after Cheyenne gets the words out, Lina will succeed in knocking the door open with her shoulder. She stumbles inside, looking around in a panic.]

Ch-Cheyenne? Hey, Cheyenne!

[Cheyenne had tried to get up to open the door, but her mind is still so scattered from what had happened to cause her injury that she forgot she pulled the coffee table closer and tripped over it; if it's not moving, she can't really sense it, after all.]

[And so there she is, sitting on the ground and trying very hard to keep a straight face despite having fallen on her already injured hand. She still has it wrapped in a towel, through in falling some of the blood from the towel had stained her dress.]

Hello, Lina.

Jeez, Cheyenne!

[Lina, for her part, isn't trying in the slightest to keep a straight face. She scurries over, practically skidding on the last few feet as she drops into a crouch next to the girl.] A-Are you okay? What's happened? Where...[She winces when she spots the towel.] Jeez!

[She visibly gulps.] Look, I'm...going to need to get a good look at it. Do you mind?

[Out of habit, Cheyenne shrinks away when Lina sits next to her. She knows the effect her touch has on other people, giving people chills and filling their minds with negative thoughts. It wouldn't do to cause such a thing for someone trying to help her.]

Of course. [A small frown.] ...you do not need to touch me to do so, do you?

What? No! [Lina shakes her head, an act that makes her hair fly all over the place.] I just need to see what I'm doing. Please?

All right. [With a nod, Cheyenne begins unwrapping the towel, unable to hold back the slightest whimper as she does so. She wasn't exempt from physical pain, after all, despite her usual emotionless state.]

[There were a few cuts along her arm, increasing in severity more towards her fist. And seeing as the worst wounds seemed to be centered around her knuckles, it gave the impression that she had intentionally punched something.]

[Lina noted the pattern of the cuts in passing, but didn't ask or even pay much attention to them. Instead, she simply held both hands over the wound and cast the best white magic spell she could manage.]

Recovery!

[Soft white light and faint vibrations began emanating from Lina's palms, over Cheyenne's injuries. In short enough order the cuts would begin closing, starting with the shallower ones on her arms and ending with the gashes on her knuckles. Once those had healed, Cheyenne would feel the same vibrations under her skin, coaxing the bone of her wrist into putting itself back together. It would be a strange feeling, and quite warm, but hopefully not uncomfortable.]

[Not uncomfortable, but certainly a bit strange. The disappearing wounds on her skin are a relief; the ones on her arm had simply been annoying but those more serious on her hand were rather painful, especially with the broken bones beneath.]

[The actual healing process itself wasn't completely foreign to her. The bones rearranging themselves was rather similar to how her usual regeneration worked. Having that ability entirely blocked by the barrier was certainly inconvenient...]

[Despite the fact that her eyes are closed in concentration, Lina's attention is entirely on Cheyenne while she works. Cheyenne's wrist repairs itself with nothing more than a passing ache.

Her brow furrows in frustration when the spell moves on to Cheyenne's fingers. Her teeth start to grind, a low growl sounds in her throat. Slowly, the fingers do begin to laboriously mend themselves. However, they haven't yet completed the process when Lina takes a huge gulp of air, as though she'd been holding her breath for the last several minutes, and the spell ends.

Panting, holding a hand to her head, the sorceress looks apologetically at Cheyenne even if the girl can't see it. Her efforts have definitely had an effect on Lina's own stamina.]

Geez...I'm sorry, Cheyenne, but I think that's all I've got.

Stupid power cap.

[When the spell ends, the healing unfinished, Cheyenne doesn't seem particularly upset about it. She moves her wrist around for a moment and then tries to move her fingers, wincing as she uncurls them. She'd have to wrap something around them later.]

There is no need to apologize. You've already done plenty. I can deal with this as it is. [She smiles, the smile looking much less forced than it had previously.] Thank you, Lina.

Hey, no prob. [Still breathing a little heavily, Lina wipes some sweat from her forehead.] At least...well, it usually wouldn't be. I'm still getting uesd to how this palce works. But I couldn't exactly let you sit in a trashed house with a broken wrist, could I? I may not be the greatest friend, but that would just suck.

Hey, can I fly you to the clinic, at least? Maybe they can finish fixing you up.

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[Action] /sorry for late; rl got crazy. |D

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