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[Huh. Ianchus is using the texting function for once.]

Is somebodyy near the souhern cliffs of thE NOrthern island? I'm in need ofF some assistance. Thank You!

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[He makes a soft noise, and the second time around Harlan would probably be able to tell it's a giggle--nervous, yes, and more a reflex than anything, but it's a giggle nonetheless. It's certainly an odd feeling, and he reaches up with aching fingers to feel the wound.]

Impressive. How much of my soul would it cost to fix the one on my stomach, as well?

[ghostlocked]

It's free. This is the magical equivalent of a band-aid. Don't get too excited.

[He lightly touches Ianchus's arm again, and the wound in his stomach begins to knit itself back together just like the first one. Harlan's analogy is accurate, though. Aside from the lack of necrotic tissue, the injury doesn't look much better when he pulls away.]

That's as much as I can do for you. Are you ready to head to the clinic?