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[You know things are bad when not even books can grab Kari's attention. It's been over a month since the draft, since she was injured, and it's only in the past two weeks that she's finally been able to train without wincing at every twist of her body. And ever since then, that's pretty much all she's been doing -- anything to keep her mind occupied with as little human interaction required as possible.]

[Not even today's rain can stop her from training. Now that her injuries have more or less healed up, it was back to her usual routine: fighting simulated swordsmen, adding another each time she successfully defeats all of them, and subtracting one for each time she's knocked down. For awhile, she leaves the safety on -- but somehow that's just not enough. The enemy wasn't going to go easy on her in the battlefield, so why should she go easy on herself now? She needed to be stronger. Better. Even at her full strength out there, she wasn't strong enough to protect herself. If she were stronger, she wouldn't still be so upset about what happened out there. That's gotta be it, right?]

[After all, killing people is just part of what it means to be a hero in a place like this... right?]

[But as some point, the training has to stop. Her arms ache -- with the safety off, she probably recieved a rather nasty cut somewhere along the line. And she won't know how bad until she transforms back into Kari... but she can't exactly do that here, or else someone might be able to deduce her identity. And so she sets off for home, hiding the tired stagger in her step well. But upon returning home, she finds herself in a bit of a... predicament.]

[The voice that calls over the journal is most definitely Kari, and she sounds a bit strained:]

Uhm... is there anyone from the clinic who wouldn't mind making a house-call? I-I broke some glass and I fell. [...] Except, you know, the other way around. If it weren't so nasty outside I'd try to make it myself, but I don't think that's really an option for me right now. I kinda live on the top floor, and I'm already a little dizzy.

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[ooc: Hoshikyo is training everyday from May 1st onward, so if an earlier day would be more convenient, go ahead an throw a different date in the subject line! Also, feel free to break time/space in terms of who reaches out to her for the voice part. Knowing Kari, this has probably happened to her more than once anyway!]

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Oh! Of course! [Hobbling aside so she can walk past. Kari will close the door behind her before making her way back to the couch in the center of the room, sitting down with a wince. At least one of the wounds on her legs is serious enough that she may ask, but since that one was at least bandaged already, the still-bleeding ones got priority.]

Uhm. Do I need to unwrap this for you to heal it? I don't really know much about how all this magic stuff works. My world back home is pretty normal.

I'm on the top floor of community building 7. Oh! And I'm Kari. My name is on the door out front. So it shouldn't be too hard to find.

[Also there's gonna be a bit of blood on the doorknob, which is probably more of a giveaway.]

Stay in one place and try not to look at it, then. I'll be there soon.

[And once she gets there, and comes up the steps? The glass-free steps? She'll be a little suspicious, but mostly worried about the extent of this girl's injuries.]

[When she gets to the top floor, she'll find Kari waiting by her door for Mia to arrive. Though her tolerance for pain is fairly high these days, there's still a certain element of impatience in waiting to be healed.]

Uhm. Hi! You must be Mia, right? I'm Kari.

[She has one arm wrapped in a towel, though the other looks pretty badly cut up as well. Her shirt is spotted with blood, and parts of her skirt seem to be torn, as if cut with a very sharp object.

No, that's alright. All I'll need you to do is sit down and relax. Be advised that you'll need to rest for at least the day when I am finished. And you will need to eat. I'll take care of food after I heal you, but you'll need several large meals regardless. The strength to do this Healing comes as much from you as I.

[Carefully, she places her hands on Kari's stomach and then she Channels. There's no flash of light or anything so dramatic. Just a shock of absolute freezing cold that pulses from Moiraine's hands and through the girl's entire body. Any wounds she's sustained are simply gone. Cuts, scrapes, broken bones, bloodloss, disease. Anything short of actual death wiped clean without a trace.

Of course, when it's done Moiraine actually sags tiredly, her eyes tight. You're the first she's Healed inside the barrier with wounds greater than a few scratches.]

How...do you feel?

It's nice to meet you, Kari. My name's Jeb. I'll be there as quickly as possible, okay?

[It takes Jeb a while to get there, but he does move as quickly as he can. Once he gets to the top floor of community building 7, her room is indeed easy to find--though the blood on the doorknob is concerning. He knocks.]

Kari?

Alright, sounds fair. Do you need a hand up?

Hello. [Her eyes go immediately to the towel and the cuts.] That must have been quite a fall. [And then the glass shards got up and attacked this girl. That's the only explanation, clearly.]

Do you still feel dizzy?

[ He's relieved, too. No bandage run errands for him. ]

Let's get this show on the road, then. [ He picks up one of the rolls before sitting down next to her. ]

[She nods, and then goes ahead an unwraps the more seriously injured arm. There are a lot of small cuts and scrapes, but the one needing the most attention runs all the way down her forearm, and looks deeper than the rest. It clearly needs either stitches or a good healing -- and she fully intends to seek out the later later. But walking through the village with serious injuries? Probably not the best idea.]

[Then again, it's not as though this was any better. And based on the numerous scars along both arms, it's probably pretty clear that she's never really learned her lesson about not doing this kind of stuff.]

[She's still doing pretty well to hold herself together, but she is pointedly not looking at the injured arm.] ...s-starting to think I should invest in a shield. My arm isn't a very good substitute.

[ He has to set down the translator to wrap her arm, so all she'll get in response to that is an eyeroll. Gee, you think?

Tony was no medic, but to his credit, he's gentle. He has a mechanic's hands, trained for precision, and he knew from experience how a poorly-wrapped bandage could hurt like hell. ]

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