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122. Circumstances

[To think it was just a regular day.

Sheena stumbles her way around from the back of house 18. One arm is braced against the outside wall of the house, the other useless. It's a slow, staggering kind of walk. When she runs out of house, she manages to move just a few more feet, into the road, before crashing to the ground again. Mercifully, her journal comes loose from where she had carried it at her waist, and ends up open, pages face down.

It's just out of her reach; her fingertips brush against it but she can't turn it over. Maybe having it open is enough]

I-I...need help. ...Please.

[[ooc: Follows almost immediately after this log, meaning it's Thursday up in here. The log is unfinished so far but we wanted to avoid some insane backdating/the chance that LJ murders itself again. So!]]

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[The nature of that last injury will take a little more time than the broken arm, if only because the extent of the damages are unclear. Internal injuries aren't her speciality, and if it's gone in too deeply...

But the filial magic allows her to gauge--the deepness of it, the areas affected by it. Her eyes are closed as she uses the magic to sense, to see how much she can do. Enough to push and encourage the wound to close. More energy to go deeper, perhaps, but hopefully it wouldn't be as bad as it looked.

Only one way to find out, and for that, she will be silent a while longer as she works.]

[Luckily for both of them, there's only minimal internal damage. If it had been worse, Sheena would be in a very different situation right now. And the wound has already been treated and cleaned, so she doesn't have to worry about that, either.

Sheena, also, keeps her eyes closed for this. It's something else she can feel, the way she felt her bones come back together, and again it seems the sensation should be painful, but for the most part it isn't. She's tense, which isn't helping the situation.

She's also starting to feel like she could be sick. The magic is going a long way in helping her, but her body has to contribute to the process too, and it's straining just a bit to also keep up with the energy it takes to keep her awake.]

[It makes sense, since it's what supposed to be a natural process for the body being accelerated. It's probably worse because she's been laying there and likely hasn't eaten in hours, either. Not much energy to work with to begin with. Raine would tell Sheena to try to relax, but it's not something she can do at the moment. Hopefully the relaxing would come on her own.

She'll have time though, to rest it off properly. The magic at least, is gentle, soothing even as it withdraws once the wound is healed, cool when it has gone away. Raine needs a few moments, herself, but she opens her eyes to look over her friend, checking to see if there's anything else that needs tending.]

[after that much, Sheena's looking pretty pale. She doesn't recall that lying down and just being healed took so much out of her before.

There is one more thing Raine might consider serious enough, barring the other sword cuts, but she may also want to leave it alone in favor of keeping Sheena definitively in bed for a few days more. She was limping around that house; one agile misstep during the fight set the muscles in the back of her thigh on fire, and sent her knee in a direction it really shouldn't have gone. It's painful and bothersome, but it won't kill her if it's left to heal all by itself, or at least left alone until she's had time to get some strength back.

It's up to Raine, though. At this point Sheena can't and won't object to whatever she wants to do. She tries to open her eyes again and immediately, weakly brings her good hand up to her head.]

[She's not going to ignore the injury. She wouldn't be much of a healer if she did that. At the very least, she'd have backup when it came to making sure that Sheena didn't exert herself during the next week.]

... Just try to relax, Sheena. You need the rest.

[Raine doesn't have to worry about keeping her quiet for now, at least. She feels like any attempt to talk will end in that half-bottle of water all over the place.

But she wants to tell her not to leave, if she does fall asleep. Really wants to tell her what happened, even though just a few minutes ago she was trying to come up with a way to get out of telling her.

If Raine waits just a few minutes before using magic on that last injury - if magic is what she intends to do - Sheena will bounce back, just enough.]

[Like it or not, Raine does need to take a small break herself, from all that casting. After debating it for a moment, she moves to sit back down in the chair again.]

[and she does slowly relax, some of the color coming back to her face (it wasn't all there to begin with, after losing so much blood) and her breathing evening out again.

It doesn't hurt. Almost nothing hurts, not the things that had before Raine arrived. In trying to rest and think of nothing, Sheena is very slow to realize this fact, but it's there.

When she feels like she can open her eyes again without seeing the world as a swirling blur, she does, cautiously. And it works, as long as she doesn't try too hard to focus. After a moment or two she will be looking for that bottle of water, and hoping Raine can intuit this somehow.]

[That bottle of water at least should be in Sheena's line of vision, so when her gaze reaches it, Raine rises once more to move to assist her with it.]

[she doesn't have the strength to hold it on her own this time, for sure, nor is she willing to risk a stern look for a verbalized thanks. So once she's had some more of the water, she just nods gratefully]

... You're welcome. Just take it easy, for now. [She pulls the covers back up on Sheena so she can get some warmth back.] I'm not going anywhere just yet.

[Her eyes are already closing again. She may take a cat-nap of sorts, no longer than half an hour or so. Because hearing that Raine wasn't going anywhere was good enough.]

[She'll even hum something softly to help her along, at first.

It just seems appropriate.]

[in her half-sleep, the moments before she's dead to the world again, her arm wraps around that stuffed toy that's been sitting there next to her since Raine showed up.

And she doesn't even mind. Whether it's childish or strange or embarrassing is one of the farthest things from her thoughts.

Then there are no thoughts for another half hour. When she wakes again it's with a quiet start, like she might have heard a noise]

What...?

[At the sounds of Sheena stirring, and then waking, Raine looks over at her--sitting by her side as promised.] Sheena?

Raine? What're you...

[it's as if she forgets, for the moment, some of what just happened. She even tries to sit up further, something which is completely discouraged the moment she gets more than an inch or so off the bed on her own power.

But she's doing better than she was before the nap. And after a minute or two it'll all come back]

...Sorry.

You don't have to apologize. It ... seems like you've been through quite an ordeal.

I didn't wanna fight.

It doesn't look like the other person gave you much of a choice.

['the other person.' So she'd imagined telling her things about it, then?]

Raine, it... [looking at her now with as much focus as she can] Promise you won't do anything...ridiculous.

[She just raises an eyebrow at that phrasing. It's not as if she hasn't already compiled a small list of guesses.] What happened?

[that is not a promise. But she has a feeling that's the best she's going to get.]

I was...I was planting seeds and Mithos attacked me. ...Thunder Blade, I think.

[and really that would have been trauma enough.]

... Mithos. [She knew it would only have been a matter of time before he began his attacking. Especially after their last conversation. And surely by now, her warning to the village had long been dismissed without the boy doing anything else.

And Thunder blade, of all things, on Sheena.] I'm sorry. How are you feeling now?

Just...just tired.

[the spell was such a surprise that she didn't even have time to get worked up about it. She just crashed, and felt her arm break, and there was no clear thinking after that because they were fighting]

He said...it's what I deserve.

[even though Zelos has already lectured her on not believing that.]

From his perspective, he just wants people who don't share his beliefs to suffer. That is how he kept the entire world under his thumb for centuries.

He didn't have the right to do it then, and he certainly doesn't have it now.

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