knightofratatosk

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[His voice is tired and shaky, but with an obviously forced cheerfulness.]

I, um... i-if I did anything to hurt anyone during this experiment, I-I'm really sorry. Everyone else is okay, r-right? Some of the things people got turned into were pretty scary.. I'm g-glad this is all over with.

I-I hope we don't have another experiment like that any time soon. I think I liked the ones that didn't involve being changed into anything b-better.

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Would it, um... w-would it be okay if I came home now?

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[OOC: Yeah, the kid is stammering like crazy because he's sitting out in the snow without a coat. Ratatosk, you are a genius.]

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I'm not... I think.

... Mmm.

I j-just need to rest for a moment, t-that's all.

Where are you, dear? I was planning on a walk, after all.

It l-looks like somewhere in the forest...

Hmm, I see... I do hope you're not too far, but I'll be there soon.

... thank you.

I suspect you're cold and hungry, so I'll grab a snack and an extra cloak. Stay right where you are; Faerin will help me find you.

Thank you.

[HOWEVER LONG THIS IS LATER, Musette will finally find that poor little derp out there in the cold. A long walk for a short lady, but the earth spirit was certainly helpful with navigating.]

Emil...?

[Emil is resting against a tree, arms wrapped around himself for warmth as he half-dozes. He is definitely not dressed for this weather at all, which is probably why he's shivering.]

Oh, there you are dear... [She tut-tuts, and heads to his side, placing her free hand on his shoulder. She has a small basket on the other arm, as well as a warm-looking cloak draped over it]

[The touch on his shoulder startles him, causing him to jump; he can't bite back a yelp of pain as he does so and clutches at his stomach.]

[And that was a very light touch]

... Oh my. I'm terribly sorry to have startled you. It's my fault; I should have talked to you the entire time, mmm?

... M-Ms. Musette?

[Damn it, why is it so hard to make his eyes focus?]

I told you I'd come, dear. Now... where are you hurt?

I-I don't know... everything hurts...

Mmm... anything broken...?

I don't know...

Hmm... I'm afraid I'm not quite at the level as some of the healers around here, so I'll ask for someone to go check you over once we get you back to the village.

For now, I'll check you over as best as I can, and start from there, all right?

[He nods and tries to sit up a bit more so that she can look at him. He's not bleeding visibly, at least; Diavolo's fighting style focuses on punches and kicks in lieu of the use of a weapon, so he's mostly just battered and bruised.]

It does seem like you took quite a beating, dear... hmm. Let me see...

[She's going to do what she can with the spirit magic to the best of her ability, of course. She hasn't had many opportunities to practice, but more than enough to have absorbed knowledge about what to do.]

[Being treated like a punching bag is no fun, especially if you can't even remember what happened. He can't even tell her where he got hit simply because he doesn't know... but if the amount of pain in his abdomen and ribcage is any indication, most of the blows were concentrated there. His pounding headache is also making it difficult for him to see straight.]

M-my stomach really hurts...

[She'll focus the healing there, and at the other bruises.]

You need to be in bed, dear...

[Bed. Yes. Bed is good, much better than sitting out here in the snow.]

Mmm...

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