The injury had healed completely as the spell took full effect. It hadn't taken long. Seconds perhaps if she had been counting. The energy faded and she retracted her hand back to her side. Now all that was left to do was wait and see if he woke up. It wouldn't be very kind of her to ditch him in that state and be easy prey for whatever creatures might be lurking around. The warmth of the springs was a likely attraction for any sort of creature. There was a curious thought though as she glanced at him again. Those feline ears stood out. Unfortunately he lacked the supremely fluffy tails that Aiyana had, and admittedly Samira was reminded that she wanted to see how soft those were back then. Even though the kitsune had given her permission to do so, Samira had declined back then. It seemed inappropriate. Presently, the urge to see how soft the ears were and compare them to Bastet's or even Anhur's was there. It would have to be resisted, however. If she considered it inappropriate with Aiyana, who had given permission, then it was even more inappropriate to sate her curiosity then with the feline-like individual unconscious and unaware. So disappointing.
Samira had just got done sighing from her inner conflict when the unconscious man suddenly sat up, quite awake and quite alive. That was great! He was breathing after all! Yes, her heart might have nearly popped out of her chest from the loud unexpected scream and his sudden movement, but he was alive. Her mini heart attack would pass once her body got over that surprise. The Joyan man was obviously confused and seemed to have a rough time calming himself down. That was understandable. He had nearly drowned after hitting his head. Yet, the words that came out of his mouth caused the summoner to arch a questioning brow. Not so much that he didn't know of her. That was a refreshing circumstance that didn't happen all too often those days. The last time had been when she met Zachary. Samira was grateful for the rare encounters where people didn't know her. She didn't have to live up to certain expectations nor did she have to see people acting weirdly around her because of her titles and supposed power. It was the second question of his that she found bizarre. The man had even gone so far as to pat himself down. Was he checking to see if she stole anything from his pockets, or was he looking for wounds where she might have stolen some of his organs? Her mouth opened, clearly wanting to say something, but she closed it when his eyes narrowed and his posture changed. An ethereal sword appeared in his grasp, to which he wasted no time in pointing it at her defensively. Well that got awkward very quickly.
Silence was the only reply she could give him while she stared at him. Truthfully she didn't know what to make of the situation. It was awkward, strange, and yet somehow positively hilarious. Her mind was full of laughter, not from her, but the echoes of her spirits that were witnessing the events occur in their own little corner of her mindspace. More than that though it was very new. That was the first time anyone had ever accused her of doing anything "weird" while they were unconscious. Simply unbelievable.
In time, he seemed to get his thoughts in order enough to ask yet another question. "What are we going to do about this?" A very interesting question if not a bit redundant. Samira didn't think there was a need to do anything about anything. "Do about what?" Samira asked sincerely as she continued sitting there, unmoving despite the other having a sword drawn. She wasn't concerned about that. He Bo still lurked in the hot spring waters, and she was perfectly capable of defending herself just as she was if he turned to the offensive. Not that she wanted it to resort to that, but he seemed to be slightly unstable thus far with his mannerisms and far fetched assumptions.
It occurred to her that maybe that kind of answer would not be one a skittish man would enjoy. She laughed lightly, covering her mouth as she did so in a bad attempt of hiding it. It was rude, but it was just such a new and humorous experience that it couldn't be helped. "I am sorry. I will rephrase. There is nothing to be done because there is no issue here other than the one you are attempting to create. You fell into the springs and hit your head." Samira raised a hand and motioned over towards the springs, where the water was now sparkling with He Bo's presence mixed in it. "Instead of letting you drown I had one of my spirits extract you, and I healed your head injury. If you consider that to be 'weird' then you are free to jump back in and complete the drowning process after I have left these springs if you so desire it. I recommend that you do not attempt it, however. I would not enjoy the thought of a fellow Sabertooth mage practicing such absurd activities." If the Joyan took the time to notice, he would see the mark of the guild in a dark green coloring upon her shoulder. It did have a certain blend with her hair, but the design was still visible through the gaps in the soaked strands.
"Now is it possible for me to stand without you becoming more alarmed than you already are? I assure you that I have no interest in doing anything more than retrieving my things over there." She pointed over towards where her parka was set, a bit away from the springs by a rock. Her supplies were also over there on top of the coat. That consisted of her knapsack filled with a journal, a book, her iLac, a pen... not much in the survival supply category. There was also a keyring by the knapsack and upon it were a great many keys of differing designs, including a Zodiac Key. Hardly an offensive toolkit if he assumed she was reaching for any normal weapons over there.
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