audio; un: Sabriel.Abhorsen

[bindsthedead]

Right, that was enough excitement for one mission. Does anyone know why Viveca didn't teleport us out as soon as someone took the orb, like what happened last time? Or was it that Cheri- or Ruvia or whoever she really was- needed to give up ownership, and stealing it wasn't enough?

[If that's the case, they'll need to be ready to bargain and persuade on future missions, rather than hope that whoever they steal it from simply gives up hope of regaining the Orb.]

If anyone's injured- I know how to heal. You might need a few days of rest to make sure you don't disrupt the spells, but you'll mend more quickly than you would have otherwise. And if you're one of my students, feel free to come to the infirmary to help.

And- Apparently the Commander is real, and on the station. But what he said about the Orb growing vicious... are they shaped by the bargains they make, and the people that use them?

[It looked different from the Gyeonje Orb too, red instead of golden.]

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[bindsthedead]

[Newt, Newt... did you really expect Sabriel to be so easily dissuaded?

She looms over him for a few long seconds when she finds him, before abruptly dropping to her knees and getting to work with the healing.]

Just- hold still, this won't take long.

[groupiedrifter]

[He really shouldn't expect it, but you know how he is. Either way, he looks over almost pleasantly to her from where he's apparently laid (collapsed) on the floor; he'd told his pals he was just gonna go fetch his extra first aid out of the lab, which!! he was!!! But yanno, stuff happens, and you just fall over.

Strangely, he only has the barest of scrapes and cuts on him that are visible. It's what makes his pale, sweaty face look a little out of place. But when she begins exerting any efforts to heal, that's where she'll find the sensation of bruised ribs and that obnoxious little hemorrhage in his gut, bleeding slow under the surface of his skin. It's something he may very well just heal from without intervention, but he'd be a moron for doing it.]

Won't take long, huh? If we're talking elevator rides, how many floors?

Should I get out my phone and play some Candy Crush?

[Can you do a spell that seals his mouth shut?]

[bindsthedead]

[Don't tempt her Newt, really.

Sabriel focuses her attention on his torso, tracing out marks that slip past cloth and skin, settling on muscles, bone and viscera to heal and mend, leaving behind painlessness and a sense of warmth- not feverish, but more like the feeling of being out in the sun on a warm day.

In the end, it only takes a few minutes.]

Just- don't be too active for the next few days, or you might disrupt the spells.

[groupiedrifter]

[He lays there for a moment, shifting his hands to rest on his stomach.

Blinking up at her, he says:]

How active is too active?

[bats eyelashes innocently]

[bindsthedead]

Nothing strenuous- walk, don't run, don't... push yourself, in general. Take it easy.

[groupiedrifter]

... Does that include dancing?

[He's just. Checking off his boxes, that's all!]

[bindsthedead]

Yes. Just rest. Even if we end up on a mission in two weeks time, you'll still have plenty of time to dance to your heart's content once you're recovered.

[groupiedrifter]

[He huffs a sigh, holding up three fingers.]

Three days! Three days of pure rest, and then I'll do minimal labor! I pinky swear!

The dancing will be super minimal. Maybe the occasional hip-sway!