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Myra felt a sense of nervous excitement tense up the air. She turned to see a trail of blood leading to the back room and suddenly felt chills race through her body. Something had gone terribly wrong and though the kiss from James was nice, it didn't curb her curiosity for the adventure which was a room away from her. Bracing herself for the torn flesh, she followed James silently and gasped at the body she found. The blood had begun to trickle into the hem of her gown, but the moment was shadowing her disappointment toward the stain. Quickly peeking to the people around her, she prayed she could trust them with her secret.

With a wave of we hand, a stream of water floated through the air. Gently focusing on the water, she boiled it until it would help kill any bacteria in the man's wound. Dropping to her knees, she slowly dripped the water into the his wound, making it steam. She knew the pain would be sufficient, but she knew mermaids knew water healing better than any other species. Emitting a cease of pain into the man, she kept the flow of water going, praying his eyes wouldn't flutter close on her account.