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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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Of course, it's no trouble. I don't live too far away as it is, and the weather is pleasant enough.

[Closing her journal, the ageless-faced Aes Sedai makes her way over and climbs the stairs. After her bout of witchcraft and newt-making, she feels more obligated than usual to look after inhabitants. Not to mention having a strong desire to make connections that could be beneficial in the future.

A light tapping comes at the door a little while later.]

[It takes a little while for Kari to answer the door, though she's sure to call out beforehand so as not to make her think she collapsed or something. She may have taken care of the injuries on her legs, but they still hurt to move.]

[When she opens the door, it's probably pretty easy to guess by looking at her that she did far more than drop some glass. One arm is wrapped in a bloodied towel and the other is covered in long, thin cuts. Her skirt is torn in a few places and her shirt is dotted with small blood stains here and there.]

Hi! Uhm. I didn't get your name, but. I'm Kari.

[Great first impression, here.]

[At the sight of the teenager, Moiraine's eyes slide along her injuries with a practiced precision. She's not much older than a Tower Novice, and actually a bit taller than the smooth-faced, ageless-looking Aes Sedai. Of course, the regal, queenly air of the short woman was unruffled as she inspected the young lady.]

You may call me Moiraine, Kari.

[There's no accusation in Moiraine's voice or eyes, only outward calm, but it's obvious that Kari's lied to her. Glass wouldn't do that. Battle might, but not glass.]

May I come in and see to your treatment?

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.

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?

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