[Ciel doesn't even think to respond over the Forge. He barely remembers that there's something wrong with his leg, until sharp pains jolt up it the moment he moves. Still reeling from everything that's happened, unable to process that they've arrived back in Anatole, the young Earl only has one very important thing on his mind.]
Sebastian!
[Fear like that he's only experienced a fear times in his life courses through his veins. His leg screams at him to stop, to rest. His mind has jammed, unable to form any kind of rational thoughts. Except one.
I have to find him.
He moves around the house as quickly as he can, taking increasingly labored breaths. It becomes difficult to draw them after a time, as mild panic sets in. Sebastian must have come back with him. He had to. But there was so much blood, after Undertaker...
He releases a yell of frustration, heading down the hall to his butler's room. If he isn't in here, then... then...]
Sebas...
[Ciel pushes the door open, panting, his face one of all kinds of pain. But
( ... )
Ah- Normally I don't, I wouldn't... do this, especially not with people not involved in-- [She shifts, rubbing her thumb over her Mist ring, mildly uncomfortable. There's no rules, technically, saying she can't.]
I'm an illusionist--a spell-caster or technique-user, depending on who you talk to. I can create Real Illusions, which can act directly on reality. [She looks to Ciel] With your leg, it'll be as good as new. You won't be able to tell the difference, you'll be able to walk on it just as you normally would until your leg heals naturally on its own. The same with Sebastian-san.
Unless my illusion is countered my another illusion, it's as good as healing. [She looks uncomfortable again] It works, and I can prove as much.
I-- Mm... My organs.. are made up of Real Illusions, because...I don't have any of my own. And I'm very much alive... as you can see.
[Ciel just nods mutely at the description. He really has no intention of offending this girl... after all, she's there to help. And he's encountered stranger, and less kind people in Anatole. He tries not to let his gaze drift to the eye patch on Chrome's face.]
I'm sorry for the trouble. I put my trust in you, then.
[And, in a rare moment, he offers her a small, reassuring smile.]
[Well, that all sounds... complicated. And here Sebastian thought Chrome had consumption. No organs at all was something entirely different. But if it's good enough for Ciel it's good enough for him.]
[The smile seems to surprise her, embarrassing her a little, but there's a small answering smile and she nods.]
Sebastian-san, I'll start with you. Even if you appear to be doing alright. [You should really be dead or something, man, but Chrome's seen stranger.]
You don't have to do anything in particular. [Her good eye examines the blood, and slowly it begins to fade. The blood disappears; bones, muscles, skin, stitching back together until there's no trace left of a wound. Even his clothing has been meticulously fixed and made perfect.
A soft exhale is the only sign of exertion from the young girl.]
You can touch it, you won't feel anything. Once you're fully healed on your own, the illusions will fade.
Sebastian!
[Fear like that he's only experienced a fear times in his life courses through his veins. His leg screams at him to stop, to rest. His mind has jammed, unable to form any kind of rational thoughts. Except one.
I have to find him.
He moves around the house as quickly as he can, taking increasingly labored breaths. It becomes difficult to draw them after a time, as mild panic sets in. Sebastian must have come back with him. He had to. But there was so much blood, after Undertaker...
He releases a yell of frustration, heading down the hall to his butler's room. If he isn't in here, then... then...]
Sebas...
[Ciel pushes the door open, panting, his face one of all kinds of pain. But ( ... )
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I'm an illusionist--a spell-caster or technique-user, depending on who you talk to. I can create Real Illusions, which can act directly on reality. [She looks to Ciel] With your leg, it'll be as good as new. You won't be able to tell the difference, you'll be able to walk on it just as you normally would until your leg heals naturally on its own. The same with Sebastian-san.
Unless my illusion is countered my another illusion, it's as good as healing. [She looks uncomfortable again] It works, and I can prove as much.
I-- Mm... My organs.. are made up of Real Illusions, because...I don't have any of my own. And I'm very much alive... as you can see.
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I'm sorry for the trouble. I put my trust in you, then.
[And, in a rare moment, he offers her a small, reassuring smile.]
And thank you, again, for all this.
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Yes, please... thank you, Miss Chrome.
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Sebastian-san, I'll start with you. Even if you appear to be doing alright. [You should really be dead or something, man, but Chrome's seen stranger.]
You don't have to do anything in particular. [Her good eye examines the blood, and slowly it begins to fade. The blood disappears; bones, muscles, skin, stitching back together until there's no trace left of a wound. Even his clothing has been meticulously fixed and made perfect.
A soft exhale is the only sign of exertion from the young girl.]
You can touch it, you won't feel anything. Once you're fully healed on your own, the illusions will fade.
[She turns to Ciel then, gesturing to his leg]
May I?
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