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[gabriel_tam]

The room is fairly nice, all things considered. There are several chairs, a porta-cot set up discreetly against one wall for visitors that for one reason or another are reluctant to leave, and it's clear that whoever designed this particular private room in the first place intended to make it seem as warm and welcoming as possible

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[night_hibiscus]

The height of the man, and the hieght of the bed, and last of all the height of Yuna, all factor together to require her to tilt up on the toes of her chunky hiking boots to get a full-body scan of the sleeping man through the lens of her staff.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, as the red and blue lights play on her face once again, but the posture is awkward and she is, perhaps, ill at ease, surrounded by the full might of a machina society, all bent on preserving one life.

There's a bell that hangs by a thin cord from the end of her staff; it jingles, clear and sweet among the beeps and gusts.

[simon_doctor]

Simon is standing between the bed and the door, watching.

If any of the hospital staff step in, he wants to be able to intercept and explain.

[gabriel_tam]

It's the clear chiming sound that does it -- Gabriel stirs and opens his eyes, blinking up at Yuna in confusion.

"Wŏ hăo-- I'm-- who are you?"

[night_hibiscus]

...whoops.

Yuna stills the bell with her free hand, and drops back on her heels. She darts a glance at Simon before speaking. "I'm Yuna. Simon brought me to check on you."

She speaks clearly and calmly; more self-possessed than a wisp of a seventeen year old girl really ought to be. "I was there, when you were--unconscious. In the bar."

"I'm sorry I woke you."

[simon_doctor]

Simon's already stepping forward, into his father's line of sight. "Yuna helped us with you in the infirmary, Dad. She's -- she has some experience with healing, in her own world."

[gabriel_tam]

"Simon."

He's disoriented, and despite that is visibly pulling himself together, trying to clear his head. Gabriel smiles, a little.

"Well, in that case -- gāoxìng jìandào nĭ, Miss Yuna."

[night_hibiscus]

She bows, fairly deeply, her hands moving in the curves of the rite of prayer.

He's a maester among his own people, in a sense, and an elder, after all. "I'm very pleased to meet you." She leans her staff against the wall. "And to tell you that there doesn't seem to be any lingering magical harm. Only the physical wounds, and those are healing."

"You were poisoned," she tells him; it's odd coming from her youthful face, but it's the half-reproving informational tone of any nurse or doctor telling you you tore your stitches or broke your leg. Next time be more careful.

[gabriel_tam]

Something tightens in Gabriel's face, drawing it into harsh lines that make him look even older than he is.

"Poisoned?"

He lifts one hand, seemingly unaware that he's doing it, and rubs at his chest as he looks to his son.

"Simon?"

[simon_doctor]

He nods. "There was something in the wounds -- it's taken care of. There's no residue."

[night_hibiscus]

There's something wistful in her face as she watches the looks passing between them; as she notes the points of resemblance and echoes of motion.

"It's all healing very cleanly," she repeats. "And in my world, at least," she adds, aiming for a light tone, "a few scars are considered very distinguished, for a man of a certain age."

[gabriel_tam]

"Considering, then, that I have age, distinguished status of a sort, and now quite a few scars as well, I should regard myself as quite lucky."

Gabriel's tone is dryly amused.

There's a darkness in his eyes that says differently, but he sounds sincere enough, at least.

[night_hibiscus]

Yuna does not look at Simon now; neither does she look around for his (Guardian) bodyguard, although she's aware of the absence, assuredly.

"I could offer you healing," she says, speaking calmly and without the hesitancy that sometimes marks her language. "But I understand it might be be difficult to explain. But still, it's your choice."

And not anyone else's, now that he's awake enough to make it.

[simon_doctor]

Simon does glance around for Galadan. He's not there.

He steps back and closes the door to the room, carefully.

(Any hospital staff passing by, or coming in about their duties, don't need to hear this.)

[gabriel_tam]

"...I'm not sure I understand," he says carefully.

[simon_doctor]

Simon's tone is very nearly as careful. "Yuna has ... certain resources available to her that our medical science doesn't. I had intended to take full advantage of thosat possibility when we first brought you in, but --"

His speech slows, and his enunciation grows a trifle more precise: "Galadan thought it would lead to trouble later if, if you were seen to be injured and then shortly thereafter seen with no traces of the injury."

[night_hibiscus]

"I've had to do the same thing myself," she adds. "I've come into the bar injured, and if I returned healed without time passing, my Guardians would notice."

She touches her staff, not yet picking it up. "I'm a healer," she says. "In my world we call it white magic, tofortify and heal the body and spirit, and ward them from evil influence."