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[brittlenerves]

Uhm.

I-I'm sorry for, uh, I mean-- I don't-- I've b-been making a-a lot of posts, a-and, um, sorry.

Uh! Right, well-- I, um, I'm l-looking for... a-a healer? I mean it's-- it's not an urgent thing, I-I'm-- I'm not, l-like, dying on th-the floor, b-but... I was, there was, uh.

[An extended, awkward pause.]A-A while ago, I mean, I... got hurt. A-

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[Audio]

[summonupastorm]

[Yuna doesn't hesitate to respond.]

I think I should be able to heal you...[Well, she OUGHT to. Part of Yuna's duty is healing the wounded.]

Where can I find you?

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[brittlenerves]

[That was a faster reply than Xanth expected!]

U-Um, uh--

D-Deck, uh, e-eleven... y-you know the-- the one w-with the fire? U-Um, uh, room-- two two e--eight o-one.

Or-- we could m-meet someone c-closer to y-you?

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[summonupastorm]

Our rooms are on the same deck, it's no trouble. I will be there shortly.

[Yuna's comm clicks off, and it's about a minute or two before she reaches Xanth's room. There's a brief knock at the door.]

It's me...ah, Yuna. [She probably should have introduced herself, beforehand.]

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[brittlenerves]

[Before he can even clean up, suddenly a knock on his door! He opens it up with a sheepish look on his face. His appearance is unkempt (messy hair, shirt not buttoned all the way up, bare feet) and he looks like he's been missing sleep.

His right arm is no longer in a sling, but he's still doing most things with his left - opening the door, for example.]

H--Hi. I, um, I'm-- I'm Xanth. Th-thank you so much, f-for this. C-Come in?

[Xanth steps back and opens the door. His room is a bit of a mess, too: his bed is a pile of pillows, books lie around in unorganized piles, and trinkets litter his desk.]

I'm-- I'm sorry, f-for the mess. I-- I thought I'd, uh, get a minute b-before someone, uh, a-answered.

[ixgideonxi]

Who hurt you?

[brittlenerves]

U-Uhm, well, I'm... n-not actually s-sure. A-- A couple of w-weeks ago, there was, it was... a-a big animal, or s-something.

[ixgideonxi]

What the fuck?

[Well, a rampaging animal is a new one for the boat. But there are more pressing things to attend to now.]

How bad off are ya, kid? Hanging in there?

[brittlenerves]

O-Oh, yeah! It, um, like I said, i-it was... a while a--ago. So I'm... I'm doing okay. A-A lot better now. It was, um, not so good but... th-this girl Vie, sh--she took c-care of me.