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[phoenix_temple]

We have survived nine years on our own, okay?

[anequal]

Yeah I know. [He sighs and will go sterilize his knife and when that's done he'll say they should go to the bathroom so they can wash any blood that gets on the floor easily.]

[phoenix_temple]

[She will actually help him. She's honestly kind of babbling because if she wasn't she'd be freaking out. More. Freaking out more.]

[anequal]

[He pats her shoulder wordlessly and pulls a first aid kit out of his backpack when they enter the bathroom. He doesn't usually lug it around but it's something he has in his room thanks to the doctor he lives across from. He gives her a nod that he's ready.

Then he sheds his jacket and tosses it off to the side and rolls up one of his sleeves, motioning for her to sit on the toilet so she doesn't pass out freaking out like that.]

[phoenix_temple]

[She will sit but she gives him a look.]

If it does work, don't make fun of me. It's weird. It fixes clothes.

[SHE'S SO STUCK ON THAT. Now please hand over the knife because she wants to get this over with omg.]

[anequal]

The fact that you can use magic is weird enough already.

[He sighs. And doesn't hand over the knife.]

How does your healing thing work? [He wraps his own hand around the blade instead.]

[phoenix_temple]

[Gurl if you stab her she swears to god--]

It's like a spell. It's really dumb. I think--if I say it and want it to work, it just... fixes stuff. There's wind and that's it...

[anequal]

Okay.

Tell me when you're ready.

[phoenix_temple]

If you want me to be ready it's never going to happen. I don't have the highest tolerance for pain. Here. [She's still holding out her hand for the knife because the last thing she wants is accidentally stabbed.]

[anequal]

... You're not cutting yourself Anais what do you mean you don't have a high tolerance for pain.

[SIGH. He frowns.]

I'll do it. I'll cut my hand. If you don't like blood or pain I don't see how you'll be able to heal anything effectively.

[phoenix_temple]

Not happening. I don't care if Marina ends up with weird side effects, but you already got hit by a car for me, and you showed up in the middle of a snow storm when I was freaking out.

Let me do this. If I do it wrong, I'd rather be the one getting hurt.

[anequal]

If you do it wrong and you're hurt, your mom's going to freak out too.

Look. I trust you. You came to me for moral support but I think you need a little more than that, but I'm trusting you to fix me up.

So trust me. I'll be fine.

[phoenix_temple]

I do trust you. That's why I called you.

I trusted you to let me do this. And let me figure out what the hell I even am.

[anequal]

...

... You sure you can do this?

[phoenix_temple]

Not at all. That's why you're here, remember?

[anequal]

...

[He holds out the knife to her, handle first.]

Do it quickly. If you take your time you'll scare yourself.

[phoenix_temple]

I'm already scared. Look over there. [He's making her nervous.]`

[anequal]

[He sighs and nods and turns the way she told him to look.]

[phoenix_temple]

[She takes a deep breath when he turns away and makes a kind of squeaky noise. Pain of any sort kind of makes her head rush cold and the blood makes her vision go fuzzy for just a second.]

[anequal]

[He counts to three.]

All right to turn around yet?

[phoenix_temple]

Um. Still bleeding. I'm good. I will be okay. Just. One second. [No her voice does not sound squeaky.]

[anequal]

[... He backs up, still facing away.

And reaches blindly to put a hand on her shoulder.] Breathe.

It's okay. You're okay. Breathe. What's the magic word?

[phoenix_temple]

Don't... look, don't tell anybody, okay?

[anequal]

My lips are sealed.

[phoenix_temple]

[She feels really really dumb doing this but she's dripping blood onto the tile now and she really can't keep this up. So she takes another shaky breath and mumbles what feels like the dumbest spell in the history of ever because it makes no sense--]

H-healing winds!

[And the bathroom is taken up by a gust and she is not okay with feeling like every part of her belongs with this magic, or like every inch of her is being welcomed home into powers she's supposed to have. Or like she's being comforted. By wind. This is not okay in any way shape or form.]