Personal Repairs

[billy_blin]

It had been long enough. After everything with the Nightmare King, he'd gone through the usual; self doubt, self pity, self loathing, and the inevitable drinking. Trying to fill the void left behind by not being able to play Ria, not having the music, was tough. Then there was Kala, the one who continued to fill the void he'd left in himself all

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Re: "Pity is the worst of them."

[billy_blin]

"Apparently, she's a healer, good at tissue and tendon fixin', which I desperately need. I can barely even hold a pint like this, much less tend the strings." This thing was very... kaleidoscopic. It's colors were running all over the place; will, fear, curiosity... But, maybe it could help. Only way to find out was to try.

Re: "Pity is the worst of them."

[billy_blin]

Will shrugged. "Don't see why ye can't try. 'Course, pain's not the problem. Pain I can deal with, hell, pain'd be brilliant right now. Problem is the damn tendon's are shot, and I desperately need to be able to hold things again."

He held his hands out in preparation. He didn't entirely know what he was getting into here, but he was officially willing to try anything to get his pride back.

[ladyofthesands]

Arha turned, her thick red hair elaborately braided away from her face, though a few strands drifted around her face. Her blue-within-blue eyes studied him with an intensity that was unique to healers in general. After a moment of this study, she nodded, mostly to herself.

"I am Arha," she said, her eyes flicking to his bandages. "You will need those looked at, yes?" Through the Force, she could see damage and itched to do something about it already.

[billy_blin]

"Aye, I do. Damn things are starting to itch, and if I can't play, what use am I, really?" He'd leave out the biggest reason for his visit for now; no use burdening her with his sorrows any more than the sympathy healing play.

[ladyofthesands]

"Itching is a good sign," Arha said, humming slightly as she directed him over to the nearest seat. "Sit, please

[billy_blin]

"Good sign or not, itchin's annoying as hell. And don't worry about my energy; it's the one thing I've always got in spades." he said. It wasn't false bravado; not really. his power didn't just straight out channel energy, it stored a certain level as well; if he ended up tried, it'd just be a short while for the energy to build up again.

He watched her pushing her energy, her force, whatever they called it and weaving it through his arms and around the tissue. He was honestly a little envious; he could see exactly how she did it, the subtle manipulations, and he knew he could do it as well, if not even slightly better (no one ever said he was humble), if he could just see the damn wounds. Once again, his lack of proper vision was getting in his way.

Of course, one could argue that if he had proper vision he wouldn't see the energy in the first place to copy the technique, but one would promptly have their drink poured on their head for pointing that out.