[text] @helsing; I've always liked to play with fire [open]

[kungfuey]

I'm looking to speak to anyone who;

1. Has communicated with the Church hermit
2. Has come across any railroad tracks in Beacon
3. Has seen any antibiotics lying around

[ She would have left it there but figures maybe she should probably let people know this next bit; ]

I also spotted a giant spirit in the woods around the museum. Try not to get killed by it.

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[broplaints]

[Irritation at the situation is to be expected. Especially considering what being injured in a place like this means. Not being able to defend yourself. Not being able to be of use in protecting others. He definitely understood that much.

Maybe a little. But honestly he never really paid that much attention. Most of the time it happened pretty quick, just trying to save each other from having to down potions like they were addicts.

For a moment he just stares at her. Because boy does he have some questions. But he doesn't actually give voice to any of them.

Instead he reaches out, and his touch is soft, gentle as he lays his hand upon her injured shoulder. For all appearances, it seems like nothing is happening. Like he just has his eyes closed. It starts slow. A soothing sensation of the pain easing. Followed by the edges of the wound starting to mend. He probably shouldn't try and force it or take it as far as he does but - it was obviously large and nasty.

In the end he doesn't get it all the way. Maybe a forty percent improvement. But the infection is likely mostly under control, and the pain will be lessened.]

[kungfuey]

[ There's something between a challenge and a mild warning in her eyes as he stares her down, Scarlett silently trying to make it clear that questions - while warranted - would not be welcome. Honestly at this point, whatever he's imagining? Wouldn't be half as bad as the truth.

He'd feel her stiffen, despite the lack of pain at his touch. Scarlett holding her breath as she braces for whatever he's about to do. She's seen her fair share of crazy shit, especially in the months leading up to coming here but magic was still one of those things she struggled to wrap her head around.

It's hard to cling to her skepticism when the magic starts to flow through him and into her, however. The breath she'd been holding escapes on a sigh as the heat that was radiating from her wound fades away. Some of the tension in her body easing as the throbbing subsided.

Now that her body doesn't have to focus on trying to fight off the infection, the combination of his magic and her accelerated healing should see her back to her old self in a couple of days, which considering the fact that she'd been shot? Is something else.

With a shuddering exhale of breath she lifts her gaze to look at Noct, finally managing the one thing she's owed him since he'd first offered to help. ]

Thanks.

[broplaints]

[Honestly, he really doesn't need some out pouring of gratitude. It would have been completely fine if she hadn't ever expressed her thanks. There was too much compassion and care in him to simply sit back and watch someone suffer when there was something so simple that he could do to help, to alleviate some of it.

But he gets the distinct feeling that it's a very big thing for her. Not only to have accepted his aid at all, but also to actually state that she's thankful for it.]

No problem. [There's a soft smile as he pushes himself up.] I'm Noctis, by the way. If it's not better in a couple days, let me know and I'll try again.

[kungfuey]

Scarlett. [ Still gruff, though perhaps a little less so. Like she's trying to make an effort not to be an unmitigated ass and she's clearly not comfortable with doing so. ]

It'll be fine. I heal fast anyway.

[ Of course, if she'd asked for help before now and dealt with it properly, she wouldn't be here with him but that was a whole other matter. ]

You do other kinds of magic?