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[kittycaterer]

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

[avephoenix]

[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.

no, it is i who fails

[kittycaterer]

[ 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.