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Lawrence watched as Icarus and Grim approached, catching the last part of their conversation. No guild affiliation? She assumed he would be - he just seemed like the type. However, she wasn't part of any guild either. The assassin worked in the shadows on self made fame and reputation, no guild was needed.

Icarus stopped just in front her, examining the wound. It really wasn't that bad, but Lawrence wasn't about to ask the man not to heal her. That'd be a bit ridiculous. She examined the crystal for a moment, finding the pulsing, warm glow pleasing. After finishing what he was saying to Grim, Icarus placed the crystal just an inch from her neck. Lawrence stiffened, her fingers twitching as if reaching for a weapon. When someone's hands were near her neck, it was never for a good reason; and old habits die hard.

"Better?" Icarus asked, removing the crystal that seemed a little dimmer than it had before.

Lawrence felt a nice, relaxing feeling where the pain had been, and rubbed her fingers across it. There were no bumps or scratches, only smooth skin. She experimentally stretched her neck to the right and left, and found that it was only a little sore. "Much. Thank you."