[Audio] Backdated to after Isabel's post

[dontfeartheme]

I still don't know what the fuck all of this is, but if anyone needs a healer, I'm here and willing to be helping out.

[There's a brief pause.]

But also, seriously, what the fuck.

[OOC: Tags will be slow until Saturday, when my power will hopefully be back, but Ryn's available for people who don't mind that! Also, if you'd rather not thread it

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[Voice]

[dominateartimus]

It looks like I'll be needing your help after all, Ryn.

[His tone was rather angry, but somehow, a brief bit of amusement managed to shine through.]

[Voice]

[dontfeartheme]

[Hers is angry as well, more so after Sandrath replies. This shit is ridiculous enough on its own, but it pisses her off the more when it's affecting those she knows.]

Looks like I'm getting that chance to be useful after all.

[Though even that isn't of much consolation at the moment, considering she's still too busy focusing on what the fuck.]

Where are you?

[Voice]

[dominateartimus]

Not too far from the living quarters.

[Voice] -> [Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

Be with you in a few moments, then.

[She's started moving while she replied, and she's outside the barracks quickly enough, searching for him.]

[Commentlog]

[dominateartimus]

[He didn't reply back since he was busy trying to figure out how the hell this happened.

It probably wouldn't take long for Ryn to find him with his scarecrow body and his headless vessel. Too bad the costume was now covered in blood.]

[Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

[It doesn't, and she makes a beeline for him. A flicker of concern crosses her expression, before it's hidden behind her anger and general frustration at the situation. She glances at his headless body a moment.]

It's a shame. I liked that costume on you.

[Then she looks towards his scarecrow self.]

Can't say this is ever something I've come across as a healer, but provided whatever the fuck did this isn't still interfering, it shouldn't be anything I can't handle.

[Commentlog]

[dominateartimus]

[He didn't have a comment for the state of his costume, but he looked to Ryn.]

Neither have I. I would have done it myself, but I might kill myself by doing so.

[A bitter chuckle escapes his lips.]

My life will be in your hands, quite literally.

[Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

[She quirks a bit of a smile at that, though it's not exactly humorous.]

If it's any consolation, it's a position I'm used to being in with others.

[Speaking of which, she reaches out with her senses, reassured that she can still sense him as obviously alive.]

Normally I can do it without contact, but I'll not be taking any fucking chances with something like this. You ready to get this over with?

[Commentlog]

[dominateartimus]

Somehow, I'm not surprised.

[He made a small pouting expression before it disappeared with a sigh.]

As ready as I can be. Go ahead.

[Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

Really? Most people are. Something about my bedside manner.

[She closes the distance between them, moving to take hold of his head, then pauses with her fingers curled lightly around the back of his neck.]

Thinking we should get you as close as possible. The less distance I have to be moving your head, the better.

[Commentlog]

[dominateartimus]

[Well, that made him chuckle. Sadly, it didn't last too long. Time for joking around could come later.]

I understand.

[He would move with her, to the best of his ability with this awkwardly weighted body.]

[Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

[The chuckle is more of a response than she'd been expecting, and he gets a small smile before they move closer to his body.]

Right. Shouldn't take long.

[And then she's carefully pulling his head off the scarecrow body. She moves quickly but efficiently; for all that she's not exactly used to fucking reattaching heads, she's still in her element here. She monitors her sense of his energy as she goes, keeping it steady while she lines his head back up with his neck and begins reattaching.

As his neck knits itself together again, a ring of red appears around her own neck, skin splitting open briefly and dripping blood onto her shirt, but she ignores it. By the time she's done, it's scabbed over.

Ryn leans back slightly, though she doesn't move her hand from his neck.]

All right?

[Commentlog]

[dominateartimus]

[He opens his eyes once his head is firmly reattached to his body. A wide smirk takes to his lips.]

I think so.

[He notices the blood and the sudden ring around her neck. Now, that would not do. Before she can even pull back, San reaches up and uses his own healing ability on her. To Ryn, the process would tingle and slightly burn but it was nothing harmful.]

What about you?

[Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

[Relief flickers across her face, though it's as much because she fucking hates losing someone she's trying to heal as because she likes him - of course, she's much less likely to be admitting that second one.]

Good.

[And then he heals her, and she doesn't bother to hide her surprise. People've commented on her particular healing technique before, to be sure, but nothing else. She's never actually been on the receiving end of the healing before.]

You didn't need to be wasting your energy like that. I heal pretty damn fast.

[Commentlog]

[dominateartimus]

[A small chuckle escapes his lips at her reaction, before being scolded by her. He considers something for a moment, but pulls his hand back and makes sure to heal himself, as a precaution.]

How else am I suppose to know what this place has done to me without using a bit of my power?

[Commentlog]

[dontfeartheme]

[She snorts slightly at that.]

True. Possibly not the best time to be testing in, though, right after you've been hit with whatever the fuck that was.

[She pauses for a moment.]

Suppose I should add a thanks in there, before I come off as too terribly ungrateful.