[she's glad you're happy and willing to show off, ashraf.
the magical theater tricks don't amuse rin much, but she supposes they're half-functional to speed his approach to her, and she can forgive it. she fights down an urge to be impatient as she politely holds her ground. she should stand still for his healing magic, she doesn't know what to expect.
the surrounding green light eases over her like a smooth rush of wind, and she's amazed—her body is responding to the restorative effects, muting even small wounds. her injured arm stitches itself together quickly, the edges of the mark of her crest connecting once again.
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the magical theater tricks don't amuse rin much, but she supposes they're half-functional to speed his approach to her, and she can forgive it. she fights down an urge to be impatient as she politely holds her ground. she should stand still for his healing magic, she doesn't know what to expect.
the surrounding green light eases over her like a smooth rush of wind, and she's amazed—her body is responding to the restorative effects, muting even small wounds. her injured arm stitches itself together quickly, the edges of the mark of her crest connecting once again.
no way.]
I'm fine. How did you...?