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[curfew's just ending and where is he? in his suite like an obedient passenger, except he's not chomping on his bit to leave as usual, no, not today. when the sphere turns on, he's standing in the bathroom, the door closed, and wearing only just a pair of pyjama bottoms as he hangs his head over the sink. his face remains hidden from view as water droplets slide down his hair and trickle down the tip of his poor swollen nose. wet hands clutch white-knuckled at the edges of the sink while goose pimples run up bare arms and down his naked torso as he just stands there for a moment longer, oblivious to the transmission.

with his back still to the sphere, he reaches for a towel, gripping it awkwardly with his thumb and tries pinning the material between it and the glove-like cast on his left hand. after fumbling with it for a moment, he shifts his body and grabs at it with his good hand, muttering something under his breath as he throws the towel over his head. it's right then, however, as he's drying his hair that he catches the sphere in the mirror's reflection--and how he can tell that it's on when it looks like a miniature sun, well, it's probably best not to ask. probably wouldn't give a straight answer anyway.

and whether he'll admit if he's been to the curious window on Level 23 or not is anybody's guess.]

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[bit_impossible]

[oh he listened, but curiosity killed the cat after all...

looks up at the sudden voice--hadn't he turned it off?--and smiles weakly] Ah, yes. Just a run-in with one of those creatures.

Aerith...were you the one who put that note on my door? I've been trying to figure it out for days now and between the number of letters there--or almost letters--it looks almost like your name.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Could fix it? Was good at that.

Yes. Lost the others, couldn't find anyone. Couldn't feel anything, couldn't see. The sons of Sparda are gone. Everyone always leaves... Tried looking, only heard noise. Nonsense.

[bit_impossible]

...Could you really? I didn't realise you had medical training.

I'm sorry to have worried you, then. I couldn't find anyone for a while either.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Yes. It's...different. No poisons, no labs. Cetras don't need those things.

It happens. Not worried, not really. Doctor can take care of himself. Usually.

[bit_impossible]

...Do you think you can do something for my nose? I mean, if you can treat my hand as well, that'd be fantastic, but I can live with my hand like this; it'll heal a whole lot quicker than my nose will.

[catches that 'usually' part] Well, I suppose you have a point there...

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Can heal anything. Not a problem.

Of course I do. [Almost smiles.]

[bit_impossible]

[smiles] I'd appreciate the help.

[just rubs the back of his head there.]

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Be right there. [Again with the almost-smile as she slips out of her room.]

[bit_impossible]

[goes out to the entryway of his suite to wait for her arrival.]

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

[It takes her a while to get there, but she comes up the corridor, one hand pressed to the wall as if she were feeling her way along. She stops, then points to his face.]

What happened? Fight?

[bit_impossible]

Yeah... With those creatures in the maintenance hub. The damage would've been much worse had I not been wearing that helmet.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Mm. [Aerith nods, passing a hand over his face before she clasps her hands together as if in prayer. Muttering under her breath as she bows her head, a wind seems to kick up in the hall. Warmth seeps into his skin as Aerith prays, carefully controlling her life energy and his to mend the wounds. When she finishes his injuries are completely gone and she takes his hand. Using her Lifestream to make a split in the cast, it allows her to break it off with her bare hands.]

Don't need that anymore...

[bit_impossible]

[feels that warm energy flowing through him as his injuries heal. and honestly...he's flabbergasted at how it all works. he has an idea, but most likely, that's far from the actual truth.]

Well, that's a new sensation! [wiggles the fingers of his newly mended hand, a grin growing on his face.] Can I hug you? Because...I'm really not sure what I can do in return, not for something like this.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

[She stares at him a little confused and still holding the pieces of his cast.]

Hug...? What? [Go ahead, she probably won't scream. She's just a little stunned, that's the first time anyone's said something like that in a long, long time.]

[bit_impossible]

This. [smiles benignly and gently wraps his arms around her shoulders.] Thank you, Aerith.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

[Takes her a moment too long to process it, then she very tentatively returns the gesture. Don't mind her if she's all bones and hard angles, her eating habits aren't the best.]

You're welcome, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

[considering he's skinny bloke himself, he doesn't really notice. he's too happy to. and is all grins when he releases her.]

You've no idea just how wonderful that--whatever you just did is. How did you do that?

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Prayed for the healing wind and it comes. [Taps her knuckles against her chest.] Comes from inside.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles, admiring that.] Words can be more powerful than most people can ever expect. Combine that with faith of any kind, ohhhh, there's no stopping you.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Cetra protect the Promised Land, guardians of the Planet. We use the Lifestream to help the living things grow. Power comes from inside, and from the land, use the Lifestream to fix what's broken.

[bit_impossible]

[still wiggles his newly healed fingers, flexing them as he listens to her explanation] That Lifestream of yours is very talented then. I didn't realise it had so many purposes, but really, I should've with a name like 'Lifestream'.

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

Lifestream is the soul of the Planet, part of everyone. Get our powers from it.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles sadly] It sounds beautiful.

[looks down and notices she's still holding the cast] Ah, here, I'll throw that away. [holds his hand out]

[fallen-cetra.livejournal.com]

It is. [She hands the cast back to him.]

[bit_impossible]

Thank you.

If there's anything I can do...please. Let me know.