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[So it was supposed to be magic? Magic took his memory? Took his frame? And he was supposed to be content with that?]

[Not to mention, with this human body, the damage he'd taken in their rescue mission have gotten far worse. Moving hurts. Breathing hurts. The arm on his damaged side won't move without a lot of pain, and the entire left half of his body is a mess of bruises. He knows he needs help -- a mechanic, an engineer. Those should be able to help, right? Or was it ... no. Humans need 'doctors'.]

[And, as luck would have it, someone is advertising their help. So... he goes to try and locate this infirmary, roaming the halls until he can figure out where to go.]

[Just as how he woke up.]

[Stark naked and not speaking a word of English.]

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[Hey, Ryn'd explain it if he could understand her. Although it'd probably be something like 'shut up, you're getting healed, that's good enough.'

But as far as she's concerned, he's a patient now, and she can't have him bolting off when she's in the middle of healing him. If her powers were at full strength - well, full strength for here - it wouldn't have been a problem, because she'd have been done quickly.

As it is, though, she offers him a smile, hoping to keep him there for just a few moments longer.

There's growing pain in her shoulder, spreading over her body, but she's used to that, and for now, she ignores it.]

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[His expression flickers. It's not really a smile. He's just trying to copy her. Why is she smiling? She's not saying anything. What's happening here -- ]

[He looks down at his previously damaged hand, and the fingers actually twitch. He tries wiggling them, and is pleasantly pleased to see them responding. Whatever she's doing... it's somehow repairing the damage.]

[He lets a moment or two pass before he looks back up to her.]

Arigatou.

[It's doubtful she understands. But there it is, all the same.]

[She's far less concerned with him smiling back as she is with him staying put, so Ryn doesn't even notice his attempt at mimicking her expression.

It's both because she isn't looking at his face right then, and because she's far too focused on the actual healing bit, given how dulled her powers are at the moment thanks to their fucker of a lord. It's requiring much more concentration than normal, damn it all.

She probably would understand at least that much, if she heard it, but as it is, she misses it entirely in her preoccupation. But after a little bit longer, she has to let go, because she's pretty sure she's healed as much as her limited abilities will allow. His shoulder should be fixed, and he should be able to breathe easier, but she hadn't been able to completely take care of the bruising on his left side.]

Shit. Okay, look, the infirmary is that way, okay? If you need it.

[She points in its direction.]

[He does stay put. He's not moving anywhere, not until he can figure out what's going on. He... feels better, sure. A lot better. But at the same time, there doesn't seem to be a reason for it.]

[He ends up peering at her, as if by studying her, watching her, he'll understand better what's happening here.]

[It doesn't seem to do any good, though. She says something, and points. He turns his head, looking that way, but ends up looking back at her, his expression questioning.]

[When he doesn't seem to be moving at all, and instead only stares at her, Ryn sighs.]

Excellent. This is bloody difficult enough to explain with someone who understands English.

[After a moment, she pulls on the neckline of her shirt slightly, tugging it down over her left shoulder to reveal a slightly more healed version of the injury that had a few minutes ago been on Kagerou.]

It's gone, all right? Can I go get fucking drunk now?

[His head jerks back abruptly. She's pulling off her clothing -- why is this happening. But at the sight of the bruising... he tilts his head, looking concerned. If he were more familiar with the pattern of human injury, or if they were both robots, he'd have made the connection.]

[As it stands now, he just looks worried.]

Daijōbu ka?

[Are you okay?]

[Well, hell. This was pretty much the opposite of what she wanted. Ryn tugs her shirt back up, resisting the urge to experimentally roll her shoulder. It'll probably just make her wince.

She doesn't understand the question, but she can pick up the worry just fine. Ryn nods, giving him another smile - fuck, she's smiling way too much here, for not being drunk.]

I'm fine. If you still need help, the infirmary's that way.

[She points again, then repeats:]

Help. Help, that way.

[Nodding is good, right? Nodding means 'yes'. And since he asked her how she was...]

[But that doesn't clarify what she's saying. There's no magic book this time. He can't understand a word coming out of her mouth, no matter how hard he tries to figure it out.]

[She wants him to go this way? All right, he'll go this way.]

[He nods to her, and... shuffles in the direction she pointed.]

[Yes, nodding is good. Nodding means 'yes, now go the hell away so I can get drunk.'

Ryn waits, hoping that even if he doesn't understand her, he'll at least head in the right direction.

When he nods, she nods back, giving an exhale of relief as he heads off towards the infirmary. Good. He can be Kloe's problem now.

She's just going to head off the other way, going for the tavern.]

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