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[ This isn't his first rodeo with social media, or he supposes... Something as close to it. Would this be considered social media if it's within a closed network? Noctis supposes it doesn't matter. This is his first shot, this is his means of feeling this place out. ]

I need a wheelchair.

Not for me... It's for a friend. I know there's a clinic, but I'd rather reach out and make sure I'm not signing myself up for the third degree when I try and claim one.

If someone could point me in the right direction of who I need to talk to or whether or not I just take it, let me know.

Ah.

Thanks. To whoever's reading.

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Gotcha, be over in a few! These GPS things are great!]

[And given her superhuman speed, she's there in under five minutes, knocking on the door.]

Hiya! S'Faith from the network, here for a heal!

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[ Second time he's opened the door today. He really should consider making himself look presentable for guests, but he's far too tired to give a shit. Noctis is in sweats and a loose t-shirt; glorified pajamas that he's been sitting in for some time now. Worrying has done no favors to his sleep, and it shows. ]

Fast.

[ He says it with a smile. ]

She's just inside.

[[ooc: Gotta contact Luna's player to see about making this a multiple-person thread! tags shortly!]]

( ooc: so sorry for any delay! post order can go faith > noct > luna or whatever makes the most sense? )

[ Lunafreya is resting in the bedroom at the back of the apartment, bundled in multiple blankets like a warm, bulky burrito. She's conscious after eating the hot dog that Frisk had so generously provided, the food item having bizarrely healed the majority of her injuries once she'd consumed it. She almost feels as if she can get up and walk around, but any and all attempts at it have been thus far stymied by Noctis and his ever-watchful gaze. The wound at her side still aches, though the pain is much more manageable, though she doesn't dare do anything to aggravate the wound, lest Regis' careful stitches and Frisk's efforts go to waste.

When someone knocks at the door for the second time, Lunafreya finds herself curiously watching Noctis' retreating back, placing her newly-acquired phone down onto the bed next to her. She hears Noctis receive the newcomer and she shifts slightly in an attempt to make herself more presentable to company; etiquette lessons die hard, apparently. The woman sounds cheerful and upbeat, and the very sound of her voice seems to lift Luna's spirits some.

When the two cross the threshold, Lunafreya presents them with a cordial, if not slightly weary, smile. ]

Well met. I appreciate your coming all this way for a stranger, my lady.

(ooc: lol also sorry for not checking for a tag after Noctis's!)

Hello! It's no trouble. Anyone who needs a heal is important, stranger or not!

[Also, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet. Win-win! Faith approaches the bed and continues a bit more quietly.] Where're you hurt, then. This'll be quick, I promise, an' you'll be good as new.

[[ooc: nbd!]]

[ Noctis follows Faith closely behind, settling in the corner of the bedroom to watch. He's visibly concerned, but he tries to hide it and simply stand by in case he's needed. His hands rest at his sides, where he casually messes with his hair. ]

I'm uh.

Right here if you need anything.

[ Lunafreya agrees with the sentiment wholeheartedly. The woman's cheeriness is nigh infectious, and she moves to shrug the blankets off of her person at Faith's question, lifting up the simple shirt she wears to uncover her side. The wound looks much better with both Regis' stitches and Frisk's assistance in the form of a magical hot dog, but it doesn't change the fact that it's still... There. Less gaping, but still rather worrying in its depth. ]

You have my gratitude. It hurts far less than when I had first arrived, but... It would be an untruth to say that I am completely without pain.

[ Luna meets Noctis' gaze, offering him a reassuring smile before turning her gaze back to Faith. ] I wouldn't deign to keep you overly long when you've come all this way, but if t here's anything we can provide you in form of repayment, please do not hesitate to ask.

[The wound looks serious, but not too bad. She's seen worse back home, has healed worse in much more stressful circumstances. She gives Lunafreya a reassuring smile.] S'not so bad!

[And at the offer of payment--] Nothing at all! Seein' people healed up is payment enough for me.

[It's true. Faith is never happier than when she's helping others, relieving them of their pain, whether by healing or by being a friend.]

Right. [She turns to Noctis.] Gonna need a favor from ya. Way my healing works is, I absorb wounds onto meself, so that means that for a bit,I'm gonna feel how she feels now. But don't worry! My body heals itself. Shouldn't take too long, but it looks like enough of a wound that I'll need some help getting to the couch for a lie down. I'll be fine after a nap, s'how it works. But don't be scared, either of you. Might need you to catch me once it's done.

[You can never be too careful.]

Right. Ready?

[Smiling, she faces Luna and holds her hands up to her injury. A moment later, a glittery, golden light appears, enveloping the injury and Faith's hands, and the healing begins.]

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[ As soon as he's called, Noctis is alert. It shows on his face, despite the natural sleepiness that colors his features. ]

Ah.

[ When she explains, he nods. He's never quite heard of an ability like that before, and it's definitely a concerning bit of news. At least she reassures him that it's nothing to be too concerned of. ]

Right. Got it.

[ This is where he sort of... Hovers. Noctis leans a bit to take as close a look as he can from where he's standing. There's no getting around how concerned he really is about Lunafreya's state, and he's likely going to be this way for a while. ]

[ Upon Faith's explanation of her abilities, Lunafreya's first instinct is to protest. Her expression lights with alarm as the woman draws near, and Luna wants to tell her to stop, that she will not allow someone to harm themselves however temporarily in order to help her. She opens her mouth to speak, and she lifts a hand. ]

Please, don't-- [ And then she makes the mistake of looking to Noctis, seeing how he hovers, anxious. Lunafreya knows that this isn't just about her, and when her gaze slides to Faith's face, she sighs. ]

I trust in you when you say it's temporary. You are a noble soul to use your abilities for the good of others... but it pains me to know that you must burden yourself in such a way. [ Lunafreya's expression is solemn as she drops her gaze to Faith's hands, the golden glow reminding her of her own abilities as the Oracle. Luna remains still as she watches Faith work, marveling at the way her wound seems to close and the way weakness seems to fade from her being.

She feels better than she has in months. It's almost as if the woman before her had managed to wipe the slate clean, to restore her in the places where her covenant-forging with the Six had broken her. Lunafreya's eyes widen in wonder as she gazes upon Faith's hands. ]

You truly are a wonder, Miss Faith. [ She breathes, though she worries after the woman healing her. ]

[For both their sakes, Faith keeps her expression neutral as she heals the wound. She gets it, this is new to them, there's probably fear there, definitely apprehension. But it's fine, even as her side splits as Lunafreya's mends. It's fine, even as the use of her power tires her. It's fine, even when the light from her hands dims and she seems to sway.

It's fine, and Faith is smiling, happy for Lunafreya's recovery.]

Gotta use what we've got to help each other, yeh? [She shuts her eyes, wincing.] Erm-- gonna need help. Naptime. S'how the regeneration works.

[ While there is complete relief in watching as Lunafreya is freed from her pain and suffering, it quickly transfers to Faith. He can't help it. Nothing about this looks pleasant or easy, and his teeth grit behind closed lips while he struggles to look calm and collected through this. ]

Mm--

[ He quickly strides forward, hand extended to help her up. ]

I'm taking your word for it. But whatever you might need, just... I owe you. C'mon.

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action; hello friends i am here!

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SO sorry for the delay here. Work started up again;;

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and now i am the one who is sorry for the failings of my body

no, it is i who fails