[She listens quietly. Things that the body can do to itself, time and time again. Cells reform, use energy from the food offered to the body to mend itself.
But there's still a feeling of frustration. Just...]
It's almost easier imagining taking it onto myself.
[The words are murmured; not meant to be rebellion but could be taken as such. But...skin. What makes a bruise a bruise? Her mind ticks back to how the body works. Her eyes close again to make it easier to concentrate. The verse is murmured under her breath, and her fingers flicker, where the bruise stands out, vivid and dark.
And this time, it seems to work. Caren inhales sharply, and the bruise fades out on Adra's skin. Looks like she got over that mental hurtle after all.
no subject
But there's still a feeling of frustration. Just...]
It's almost easier imagining taking it onto myself.
[The words are murmured; not meant to be rebellion but could be taken as such. But...skin. What makes a bruise a bruise? Her mind ticks back to how the body works. Her eyes close again to make it easier to concentrate. The verse is murmured under her breath, and her fingers flicker, where the bruise stands out, vivid and dark.
And this time, it seems to work. Caren inhales sharply, and the bruise fades out on Adra's skin. Looks like she got over that mental hurtle after all.
...sort of.]