out, damned spot

[bloodiedsky.livejournal.com]

[Judging by the height, a Roxas is leaning against the wall. His face is hidden by the shadow of his white cloak, though it's not the same worn and weathered one he arrived here in. He's observing people: seeing their joys, their fears, their stupid petty conflicts...is strangely calming. As much as it is for someone who watches a river, the water going by without touching him. And he needs the calm. Desperately.

But it doesn't set him completely at ease. For an assassin to completely drop his guard borders on signing his own death warrant.]

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[bloodiedsky.livejournal.com]

[silence for moment. Then Roxas reaches in his cloak and takes out a vial of faintly glowing bluish-white liquid. Hands it to her.]

Here. This should help.

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(she stares at it, unsure as to what she should do with it)

What is it?

[bloodiedsky.livejournal.com]

A potion. You drink it. It heals wounds.

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

Oh. Thank you.

(she drinks it, and can feel the healing happen)

((how much would it heal?))

[bloodiedsky.livejournal.com]

[shrugs to that. He's got more potions in case he gets hurt.]

(OOC: Bruises only, I think. Broken bones are a little out its range. :))

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

((okay, thanks!))

(the bruises are gone, that's quite amazing for her)

Wow...that's amazing...

(her arm's still broken, yes, but any sort of thing that can magically heal is amazing to one who's world didn't have any magic in it)

[bloodiedsky.livejournal.com]

You do not have these in your world?

[domesticvictim.livejournal.com]

(she shakes her head)

No.