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[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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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.]

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[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.]

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[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...]

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[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.

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[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.

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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.