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Andy didn't immediately tell Emery to go away, which was good. Emery would have been prepared to leave the other girl alone if she'd wanted, but she thought maybe all Andy needed was a calming presence. "Yeah. Had a run in with Sylas during the game. Just a nice little souvenir."
Emery frowned. Her first impression had been that it was an injury sustained during the game earlier, but for Sylas to have inflicted damage on that level? "He doesn't seem like good news." Emery's tone was casual, but she was already wary. She couldn't expect everyone to be nice, but when people had powers like they did at camp... anyone with a malicious streak was already more dangerous.
"I could conjure something for you… Anything you want. Or, ya know, bore you with boring conversation about stuff you probably don’t care about. Sadly I’m not as entertaining as I used to be."
She considered the offer. "You don't have to give me anything in return. Maybe you can just talk, and we'll say you owe me a favour." Emery smiled, placing her hands gently on either side of Andy's face. "This won't hurt." Concentrating on her palms, she sent a brief rush of healing energy to Andy. A brief shimmer moved over Andy's face, blocking her nose from view, and when the light dissipated it was as good as new, leaving only faint traces of dried blood. "There. Feeling better?" Emery withdrew her hands, sitting back to survey Andy's face. "You certainly look better."
Emery frowned. Her first impression had been that it was an injury sustained during the game earlier, but for Sylas to have inflicted damage on that level? "He doesn't seem like good news." Emery's tone was casual, but she was already wary. She couldn't expect everyone to be nice, but when people had powers like they did at camp... anyone with a malicious streak was already more dangerous.
"I could conjure something for you… Anything you want. Or, ya know, bore you with boring conversation about stuff you probably don’t care about. Sadly I’m not as entertaining as I used to be."
She considered the offer. "You don't have to give me anything in return. Maybe you can just talk, and we'll say you owe me a favour." Emery smiled, placing her hands gently on either side of Andy's face. "This won't hurt." Concentrating on her palms, she sent a brief rush of healing energy to Andy. A brief shimmer moved over Andy's face, blocking her nose from view, and when the light dissipated it was as good as new, leaving only faint traces of dried blood. "There. Feeling better?" Emery withdrew her hands, sitting back to survey Andy's face. "You certainly look better."
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"You didn’t need to pick up for me. This is your home now, I’m just a guest."
Ji-hyun scrunched his face up. "Uh, I disagree. If anything, it should be clean because you're a guest. But because I am sloppy, you had to see this." He gestured vaguely around him with his injured arm, forgetting for a moment about the wound - until it began hurting again. He drew it back protectively just as Sloane began leading him to the bathroom, settling himself on the toilet lid while she got ready.
Instead of hurting, the stream of water running over his hand felt soothing as it washed most of the blood away. Ji-hyun allowed himself to relax a little, his eyes fixed on the wound. Sloane was right - once he could really see it it didn't look that bad. He met her eyes, nodding. "I just want to get it over with." He wished she wouldn't wait. Still, the sting of the alcohol was over in a moment, Ji-hyun gritting his teeth the whole way.
The stitching went by fairly quickly, too. "You've got pretty steady hands," he said once she as done, meaning it as a compliment. "Here, let me help." He stood beside her, assisting in packing the first aid kit. "I bet you're a lot better than the med hut staff," he joked. "And think of the cool scar I'm going to get out of this. I'm no good at combat but it'll be a story to tell." Ji-hyun surveyed himself in the mirror for a moment.
A minute later he seemed to remember Sloane was beside him. "Do you want a drink? I think I've got some soda in the fridge. I've got to find a way to thank you, too."
Ji-hyun scrunched his face up. "Uh, I disagree. If anything, it should be clean because you're a guest. But because I am sloppy, you had to see this." He gestured vaguely around him with his injured arm, forgetting for a moment about the wound - until it began hurting again. He drew it back protectively just as Sloane began leading him to the bathroom, settling himself on the toilet lid while she got ready.
Instead of hurting, the stream of water running over his hand felt soothing as it washed most of the blood away. Ji-hyun allowed himself to relax a little, his eyes fixed on the wound. Sloane was right - once he could really see it it didn't look that bad. He met her eyes, nodding. "I just want to get it over with." He wished she wouldn't wait. Still, the sting of the alcohol was over in a moment, Ji-hyun gritting his teeth the whole way.
The stitching went by fairly quickly, too. "You've got pretty steady hands," he said once she as done, meaning it as a compliment. "Here, let me help." He stood beside her, assisting in packing the first aid kit. "I bet you're a lot better than the med hut staff," he joked. "And think of the cool scar I'm going to get out of this. I'm no good at combat but it'll be a story to tell." Ji-hyun surveyed himself in the mirror for a moment.
A minute later he seemed to remember Sloane was beside him. "Do you want a drink? I think I've got some soda in the fridge. I've got to find a way to thank you, too."