[ she makes a thoughtful humming sound. ] I never really thought about what I could see, since it's always been there. It's more noticeable that it's not there. [ it's was a little freaky, waking up in a strange world that was bizarrely quiet. no background noise of raspy lungs or rapid pulses. or anything else. ]
...Are you sick?
[ she hates asking this, because she has a sinking feeling that healing aura isn't going to be enough to fix it. especially because she can't see it, feel it out for herself and understand what to do. ]
Not exactly. [she says after a moment. it's not hesitation, really, because she isn't shy about this, it's just... well, she's always thought it would change how people see her.]
My soul is cursed. I don't know how that would show.
[ they approach the bench, which i deemed is there because the mods can't stop me, and nahri carefully lowers shenhe before taking a seat next to her. she needed these few seconds to think, too. ]
...Nothing. I can only see physical ailments. I'd definitely know if I could see something like that.
[ curiosity is clawing at her. she chews on her lower lip and pushes that aside for now, thinking back on their conversation yesterday. later. later, later. ]
[she rests a hand briefly against the red ropes tied neatly around her. and then sighs, and shifts to allow nahri to look at her leg. her ankle is fractured or at like - whatever it would be after kicking a brick wall at top speed and force would do to your bones.]
[ there's a little sound caught in her throat, like she wants to say something, but no words materialize.
she gently takes shenhe's calf and places it across her lap. she also shifts to accommodate this so shenhe can be as comfortable as possible. ]
This might hurt a little.
[ or not, if it didn't hurt while walking on it, but it feels like the thing to say.
she runs her fingers over her ankle, light, but purposeful. she may not be able to see the injury, but she still wants to get a sense of what's wrong. how it's wrong. there's tinge of distress at not being able to see it, like she's walking into a dark tunnel with no sense of where the end point is. she knows she can heal, it just doesn't work the same as before. it's fine. she can do this. she's already done this. both of her hands are placed on shenhe's ankle, and while the magic rules are different here, nahri considers her intent: coaxing the bone back to its original place, mending, soothing the damaged muscle around it.
nothing happens. nahri feels the pull of tiredness but nothing... happened? ]
[she frowns a little when nothing happens. that's concerning - not because she doesn't trust nahri to do it right. actually, her trust is high enough that she does immediately think something is blocking it from happening.
I'm not. [ she says this so reflexively and so defensively. though she has enough sense to look embarrassed by her snappy response. ] ...Sorry.
I'm going to try again.
[ she has to take a breath and refocus (does that even matter when using a psych? she doesn't know) before her second attempt. this time, it works. she can feel the swollen ligaments smooth themselves out underneath her touch. ]
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...Are you sick?
[ she hates asking this, because she has a sinking feeling that healing aura isn't going to be enough to fix it. especially because she can't see it, feel it out for herself and understand what to do. ]
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My soul is cursed. I don't know how that would show.
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...Nothing. I can only see physical ailments. I'd definitely know if I could see something like that.
[ curiosity is clawing at her. she chews on her lower lip and pushes that aside for now, thinking back on their conversation yesterday. later. later, later. ]
Let me see your leg.
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I don't think I'd want you to see it, anyway.
[she rests a hand briefly against the red ropes tied neatly around her. and then sighs, and shifts to allow nahri to look at her leg. her ankle is fractured or at like - whatever it would be after kicking a brick wall at top speed and force would do to your bones.]
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she gently takes shenhe's calf and places it across her lap. she also shifts to accommodate this so shenhe can be as comfortable as possible. ]
This might hurt a little.
[ or not, if it didn't hurt while walking on it, but it feels like the thing to say.
she runs her fingers over her ankle, light, but purposeful. she may not be able to see the injury, but she still wants to get a sense of what's wrong. how it's wrong. there's tinge of distress at not being able to see it, like she's walking into a dark tunnel with no sense of where the end point is. she knows she can heal, it just doesn't work the same as before. it's fine. she can do this. she's already done this. both of her hands are placed on shenhe's ankle, and while the magic rules are different here, nahri considers her intent: coaxing the bone back to its original place, mending, soothing the damaged muscle around it.
nothing happens. nahri feels the pull of tiredness but nothing... happened? ]
Um-- h- hold on, let me try again.
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she doesn't argue. much.]
... Don't tire yourself out. [she warns.]
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I'm going to try again.
[ she has to take a breath and refocus (does that even matter when using a psych? she doesn't know) before her second attempt. this time, it works. she can feel the swollen ligaments smooth themselves out underneath her touch. ]
There.