text - un; nightmoves (right after auroras post)

[venatoris]

[ okay so he’s stubbornly languished long enough; auroras message is pretty damn concerning, so — ]

any healers got a minute? think im gonna need a functioning leg for this mission

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un: localflorist | text

[anciently]

healer at your service!
this time there won't even be the risk of burns!
i know that kinda takes away from the fun, but...

Re: un: localflorist | text

[venatoris]

[ oh god ]

are you sure about that because i really don’t want to be set on fire

[anciently]

i'm kidding. promise.
no chance of that this time.

what happened to your leg?

[venatoris]

I broke it when the ship dumped everyone out, I hit ocean rocks

hurts like a motherfucker

[anciently]

that'll do it.
let's get that fixed up then.
where should i meet you?

[venatoris]

yeah, wasn't a pleasant landing

i'm still in the hospital, room 20B. can't miss me

--> action;

[anciently]

on my way!

[ And it isn't much longer before Aerith appears in the doorway, rapping lightly against the doorframe with a knuckle. ]

Knock knock! Taking visitors?

[venatoris]

[ He's there waiting, sulking in his bed with his arms folding. Grumpy as though he may be, he perks up when she comes in, because that means he's gonna get the hell out of here. Like, now.

He hates hospitals. ]

If they're you? Hell yeah. C'mon in.

[anciently]

[ With his permission (and a little grin), Aerith moves into the room, already removing the silver rod from her back. ]

I bet you've had more than enough of hospital food, right? [ She adjust the staff in her hands and looks to him, brows quirked expectantly. ] So, you ready to get out of here?

[ No need for disclaimers this time, as there's no chance her healing magic will instead become a Firaga or something in transit. ]