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Characters: Rosa Farrell and Wiccan
Content: One of them's been keeping an eye on the other while he sleeps. Billy finally wakes up.
Location: BPH
Time of day: midafternoon?
Warnings: None for now
Rosa really hadn't been expecting... whatever that had been going on in the distance the other day. Nor had she expected to see someone get hurt and rush to his rescue. She wasn't particularly strong, but through a combination of good luck and magic, she managed to get the man upstairs to her room before he completely passed out on her, leaving her wondering as to who he was and what he was doing there. She barely knew anyone in this strange new place and the routines were completely foreign to her as well, so it was little wonder that she completely forgot about the network while she was nursing the man back to health.
It actually took her longer than normal and that made her frown. Her nerves were starting to soar the longer he remained there, taking up the bed, but she didn't mind. She could tell he was slowly getting better; as for herself, she was feeling more exhausted the longer she healed him. It was quite a shock when she discovered that her magic had a chance of running out entirely. She'd encountered that before, when her spiritual reserves were depleted, but she felt normal here; she just... couldn't cast as much. It was going to be quite a hindrance.
So, with her magic used sparingly, Rosa sat in a chair nearby after just having attempting a little more magic on the man, reading a book she'd found on the floor her first day there. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw something twitch near him, but she quickly brushed it away and returned to her book.
Content: One of them's been keeping an eye on the other while he sleeps. Billy finally wakes up.
Location: BPH
Time of day: midafternoon?
Warnings: None for now
Rosa really hadn't been expecting... whatever that had been going on in the distance the other day. Nor had she expected to see someone get hurt and rush to his rescue. She wasn't particularly strong, but through a combination of good luck and magic, she managed to get the man upstairs to her room before he completely passed out on her, leaving her wondering as to who he was and what he was doing there. She barely knew anyone in this strange new place and the routines were completely foreign to her as well, so it was little wonder that she completely forgot about the network while she was nursing the man back to health.
It actually took her longer than normal and that made her frown. Her nerves were starting to soar the longer he remained there, taking up the bed, but she didn't mind. She could tell he was slowly getting better; as for herself, she was feeling more exhausted the longer she healed him. It was quite a shock when she discovered that her magic had a chance of running out entirely. She'd encountered that before, when her spiritual reserves were depleted, but she felt normal here; she just... couldn't cast as much. It was going to be quite a hindrance.
So, with her magic used sparingly, Rosa sat in a chair nearby after just having attempting a little more magic on the man, reading a book she'd found on the floor her first day there. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw something twitch near him, but she quickly brushed it away and returned to her book.