It was visible, the guilt etched into her face as an expression came to life which he had not seen her display before. It was odd, yet the motions of apology and unintentional displays of guilt would help to ease his pain when looking back at the memories. Being able to see the physical changes, the movement of her tail and ears as they fell, sinking towards the ground as a small voice came out. With none of the confidence from before it was raw, unprotected and vulnerable he understood. She didn't mean it, there were things that people couldn't fake, one of them being the tightening feeling of remorse, deep inside tearing away and shredding at them. Regret patterned her face, her actions and her words, there was no need to extended explanations. Not at a time like this, he just hoped that he could get past this, move on, live more, grow taller and flourish. Then perhaps, they could make amends.
Drawing closer the building loomed before him, if they couldn't get a healer here then perhaps there was a method of transport. Yet all they could do was try and hope. She spoke her intentions of covering medical fees, without complaint he simply nodded, happy to have the burden off his shoulders as the bill would undoubtedly be expensive and hard to explain. There had been no villagers on the streets due to the time, yet a light could be seen through the windows of the clinic so a sparkle of hope formed. A warm gush of air surrounded the duo as they entered,perplexed the staff stood there for just a split moment, taking in the sight that was two familiar faces. One wrought with guild and sorrow, whilst the others was painted with pain. One took each arm as they aided him, after the walk he let much of his weight fall across their shoulders. Through a small door and onto a bed, a moments rest he got, reclining and leaning back the comforts of the bed despite the surroundings was wonderful. There was a healer on duty thankfully. A slight smile of thanks, directed to both staff and the ice mage, faded out as they started reveal as many wounds as they could, most of them being on his torso thankfully his lower regions were able to stay clothed. The assistants moved around in a completely calm state, preparing for the doctor it seemed as one questioned Izayuki whether she would like a chair or some refreshments bows of heated water were brought.
He would have spoken, yet the energy had left him. One might have thought the mage would have been more energetic being rested on a bed yet endorphins had kept him going on the walk here, so now as he sat and waited there was nothing so pressing to say that he would force it out. Firm the hand pressed a cloth against one of the cuts, gently dabbing away at it with warm water he cracked an eye open to see the doctor who had started to examine one of the smaller cuts. "Are you able to explain to me what you know?"
Only looking up at the sugar mage for a moment before returning to his work the physician seemed to be so calm, had he seen something like this before? "Was in Sakuramori, got attacked, cuts, everywhere, you can see. But the thorns injected something into my bloodstream I can feel it. Izayuki found and helped me hence the ice. What can you do?"
Pauses between the words indicated pain as one of the assistants had also started to sterilise some of the cuts. Yet he understood, sometimes mundane magic-less methods were best put to use before the magic.
The explanation had only brought forth nods from the doctor as he rose to gather some lacrimas from the draw. Pain, that was what he mostly thought of the experience, several of the smaller cuts had been opened up, whilst not spewing out blood they were being used to drain him of something. Toxic and dark in colour a series of magical circles appeared on his forearms the doctor muttering away as a nurse hooked him up to a iv blood line. Burning and searing it was dragged forth from his veins, a screaming child not wanting to leave the amusement part clawing and biting to stay whatever had gone into his system was being sucked back, taken into one of the lacrimas. Leaving an acidic trail of mind numbing pain, it was just, so slow, time passed so slow was there no way to speed it up as his face contorted. "I can't get all of it, your body will just have to overcome it. Yet now that is out we can heal you with magic normally. It won't hurt so much so just relax if you can. Some of them might leave scars."
Formal, the doctor must have been alive for five decades by now. Yet it was best to follow doctors instructions. A few rouge bleeding cuts dribbled blood slightly only to be wiped and cleansed as he felt fingers dance across his stomach. Had it been another day this would have brought laughter from the ticklish teen yet his chest was let down, a sigh flowing out as he relaxed back whilst the magic did its work. Now that most of the toxins were out and he was getting fresh blood it was only a matter of waiting until his magic built up in power again. Perched on the stool as he did his work the doctor was strangely silent, yet it was the nightshift and the people here had likely not expected anything eventful tonight.
Tilding to the side as his wounds were worked on Lester let his watermelon gaze bathe the tanuki in attention. A question which would have been best left unasked at other times was rising to his mind. Hopeful that she would answer due to the regret, guilt or empathy it left his lips so suddenly. "Why is Sakuramori so important. To both you and the guild?"
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