Melody No. 5 ~ Just like you protected us.

[thelittlecanary]

[Some would call it an act of unflinching selflessness, others, one of great stupidity. Opinion cannot reverse what she has done. Garnet has gone and exchanged her arm (and a great deal of her hair) for her white magic. Unlike others who have been butchered unwittingly, Garnet has knowingly made the sacrifice to regain her healing abilities after

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[the_bloody_road]

[Dias emerges from the post office with his lips pressed in a thin line, and perhaps looking a bit paler than usual. He's not nearly as bad off as some - he's only lost a couple fingers on his left hand, which he's wrapped up in the sash he normally keeps tied around his waist; the pale blue shows the blood extremely well - but he's still Not. Happy.

He's gotten his sword back; it's now in its proper place in the scabbard on his belt. But was it worth hindering his ability to use it? He's definitely questioning this.

When he sees Garnet, he stops dead, staring at her for a moment as confusion momentarily eclipses his pain and irritation. He'd - had a dream about someone just like her...perhaps he'd seen her around and his mind had simply chosen her at random? But it can't help bringing him up short, as it was a particularly vivid dream.]

[thelittlecanary]

[Garnet stands outside of the post office, performing something of a patrol around the immediate area, on the lookout for more wounded. The young queen has slung a light coat over her shoulders so that her lack of a left arm isn't screamingly apparent. So far, it has stopped passerby from staring, which gives her some peace of mind. She hates causing pity, especially when her current state is a direct cause of actions she has willingly taken

[the_bloody_road]

[The hair is different - it was long, in his dream - but it's definitely the same girl. She looks distinctly better than how badly off she'd been before, though...which is something of a relief.

He's a little too bemused and trying not to stare to question her request, and he holds out his maimed hand without hesitation. Mind you, he's accustomed to Rena and her healing powers, so a teenage girl wanting to examine and treat his injuries isn't actually a foreign concept at all.] ...do I - know you? [It's asked a bit hesitantly.]

[thelittlecanary]

[Her thoughts would have lingered on how mysterious the man seemed to her if she did not have more pressing matters to attend to that required her concentration. His wound is fresh, and oozes blood with the slightest movement. It pools in her upturned hand and drips from between her fingers while she focuses her magic, wills it to manifest warmly, like skin exposed to sudden sunshine. It glows steadily until it builds to a radiance that is slightly blinding, then fades away as quickly as it appeared. His wounds have been sealed by Cura.

Garnet glances up at the man with a furrowed brow, curiosity piqued by his question, even if she doesn't know how to answer it.] I...couldn't say. I feel as if we have met, but that couldn't be. [As she searches her memory, she recalls him being there the night Jecht carried her to the hospital...but that just can't be. It makes no sense.] ...Dias?