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30... pretty please with a strawberry on top

Naja! I wanna talk to you! Please and such?

[ Naja grimmaces. She doesn't like how that looks. ]

You idiot...ya rrran off from the hospital early, didn't ya...

I'm not even gonna ask what happened here, but with the way things are we can't afforrrd to have anyone weak. I'm fixin' that up for ya.

Only by a month.

[ Have a smile, Naja. ]

Are you sure you can do it? [...] Ah, no, let me rephrase. It won't make you weak, too, will it?

I was afrrraid of that.

Don't insult me. [ And she's already got one hand up. Watch out for a bit of tingling there, Tohma. ]

[ Tingling? A little bit of tingling is so much better than having a hole in your stomach without any painkillers. ]

[ Pain? What pain? Your pain is gone, Tohma. The soft white glow is gone, too; and Naja backs off. ]

That's all I'm doin' for ya. The rest has to heal by itself, but you should be fine. It's not just yer body that needs healin'. Get some rest.

[ Oh. This feeling without pain while still being sober. This is an amazing feeling, and Tohma's gratefulness is leaking into his face. He really needs to pay more attention to himself. ]

...Thank you, Miss Salaheem. I... appreciate it. A lot.

[ Naja feels flattered, but she isn't about to let herself get used to this. White magic isn't meant for this kind of use so often. ]

Yer welcome, but don't get used to it.

[ And with that she begins to strike out. If you've got something to say, hurry up and do it before she's out the door. ]

Wait. Miss Salaheem.

[...]

Isn't there anything I can do in return?

[ As though expecting him to reply, Naja spins around, pointing her mace at Tohma menacingly. ]

You can keep yer mouth shut about my abilities. I'm not a serrrvice, you know.

And don't get yourself hurt again.

[ Why were all of the women he knew so violent? ]

A-Ah. As I said, it wasn't my idea to begin with....

And I'll do my best.

[ Smiiiiiiiiile. ]

Good.

[ And with that, she's outta there. ]

[ Frowning at her as she goes because he's still not used to people wanting to leave so badly unless it was because of intimidation.

And flopping back onto the bed and hugging that pillow, not even bothering to dispose of those bloody bandages yet. ]

I suppose at this point I don't have any other choice but to forgive her completely, do I?

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