[ He grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut harder--- either he's going to feel refreshed or get hurt somehow. Best to expect the worst, even if the quiet confidence exuded by the swordsman and his odd weapon does give him SOME hope that it'll be the former and not the latter.
Seconds pass, and the injuries he had taken: a few bruises, some minor cuts... gone? A soothing and warming energy that barely lingers in the places he'd been hurt. Granted, he still aches in other places but that's okay. He'll take what he can get. ]
Oh. That's... better than I expected!
[ Opening his eyes, Wukong gives Sorey an embarrassed smile while scratching the back of his head. ]
Thanks, friend. I never doubted you for a moment. So, what's your name?
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Seconds pass, and the injuries he had taken: a few bruises, some minor cuts... gone? A soothing and warming energy that barely lingers in the places he'd been hurt. Granted, he still aches in other places but that's okay. He'll take what he can get. ]
Oh. That's... better than I expected!
[ Opening his eyes, Wukong gives Sorey an embarrassed smile while scratching the back of his head. ]
Thanks, friend. I never doubted you for a moment. So, what's your name?