*and on cue, here is a Voice of God, flaming into the library to see what he can do* *kneels next to the body, automatically feeling -- first his neck, for a pulse, and then his forehead, to assess the damage*
*after a moment of this, closes his eyes, places both hands on Bossuet's shoulders, and concentrates -- the edges of the wound will knit together after a few minutes of this, and then, after a bit longer, the soul ought to find its way back into the newly-healed body*
*the soul, we might add, hasn't quite known where to go, and has been drifting about in a state of confusion-- and so it's with a feeling of marked relief that, finding its body a hospitable place once more, it slips back into its former home*
*he lies still a moment before, slowly, opening his eyes-- perhaps it takes just a bit longer than it ought for them to focus on his face, and when they do, Bossuet blinks, confused, and does not speak immediately*
*pulls back a little once he's sure Bossuet is alive again, but he's smiling, because he's relieved -- and touches his cheek lightly* Sir? Are you all right?
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*after a moment of this, closes his eyes, places both hands on Bossuet's shoulders, and concentrates -- the edges of the wound will knit together after a few minutes of this, and then, after a bit longer, the soul ought to find its way back into the newly-healed body*
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*he lies still a moment before, slowly, opening his eyes-- perhaps it takes just a bit longer than it ought for them to focus on his face, and when they do, Bossuet blinks, confused, and does not speak immediately*
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