[Take the pain, not simply fix it. And again, Caren tries it. Her eyes close, and there's a sweeping gesture of her hands, encompassing what bruises that are still vivid on Adra's skin. This time, her voice comes confident, and the verse entirely different.]
Pain is a kindly, hopeful thing, a certain proof of life.
[This time, it's effective. Caren has to suck in a hard breath, feeling the pain that Adra had, afresh, before she goes limp. But...at least his pain and bruises should be gone.]
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That's what I'm supposed to do.
[Take the pain, not simply fix it. And again, Caren tries it. Her eyes close, and there's a sweeping gesture of her hands, encompassing what bruises that are still vivid on Adra's skin. This time, her voice comes confident, and the verse entirely different.]
Pain is a kindly, hopeful thing, a certain proof of life.
[This time, it's effective. Caren has to suck in a hard breath, feeling the pain that Adra had, afresh, before she goes limp. But...at least his pain and bruises should be gone.]