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Hello everyone,

Pardon me, but I'd very much like to know if there's anyone that knows how to regrow limbs, please. Preferably by potion, but I'm all open to other methods. If you'd like compensation for the knowledge, we can talk about it. It seems like it would be handy to know.

[You know, just hypothetically. She likes to be prepared.]

Thank you for your time.

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Finally got your wings ripped off huh?

[Eaten, actually. Bits and pieces.

But she has no idea what to say to that. She knows how he is, but it stings to read all the same and takes a long time for her to think of anything.]

Something like that.

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[He was just joking around with her; his version of joking anyway. He didn't expect her to actually have been in trouble like that.]

What the hell does that mean? Flora what happened to you? I can come get you if you're hurt.

It means I can't fly right now. I'm at the Citadel, you don't have to come get me. I'm fine, but thank you. It's kind of you to offer.

Do you need a doctor? I could probably get one.

No, I've already been seen to, I'm just no good to anyone right now until I can fix them. Unless you know of a doctor that can regrow missing body parts.

I don't but I can at least get you something for the pain or something else while you rest.

[She wants to tell him it's not necessary, and it isn't, really, she has a little brew left for the pain, but she can guess why he's offering and she'll let him.]

Well, if you're sure it wouldn't be too much trouble for you, then alright.

I'll be there in a second.

[And just as promised there's a knock at her door shortly after, a knock done with his foot mind you, since he's carrying a tray of sweets and a brew for pain.]

[It's not long before the door gently swings open, and quickly wide when sh sees he's carrying things. She manages to look pale despite her skin tone, and a little like she hasn't been sleeping but she manages to smile at him all the same..]

Please come in, Aster.

[Fyi, it's a bit lively in here]

I'm not very good with potions at the moment. [That was a weird thing to say.]

But, I could still do something about a lost limb.

[Lancer's a friend, so she'll switch even though she's not sure how much she trusts herself, at the moment.

She does, however sound cautiously hopeful.]

Are you sure? How?

How? Well, that's a tough explanation. I've just got this healing magic--it should be able to deal with wounds like that, provided I get a few other things to recover what's lost.

Flora? What happened? Are you harmed?

I'm alive, but I've been better. Please don't worry. [She tries to keep her voice light, like this is a bit of a joke, or she's only a bit tired.]

My wings are...damaged.

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[...Now he's really terrified.]

I want to come see you.

Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a bother.

I would never offer if I were unsure.

[He does sound confident in that.]

...Alright. I'm at the Citadel. I'll meet you at the front?

I'm already there. I'll come to where you are quartered.

Alright, I'll see you soon, then.

[Dorian comes as quickly as he can. He sets aside nothing, doesn't fret about his clothing, concerns himself with nothing but getting to Flora, quickly. He moves through the halls with a determined sense of where he is going. Only when he is at Flora's door does he stop for breath, and even then he is quick to give a short, sharp knock on her doorway.]

Flora? It's Dorian.

[One of the doors swing gently open and Flora is there, lightly dressed, but far from indecent. Heavier clothes just feel uncomfortable to her right now, but her rooms are more than warm enough despite the winter chill.

That's right. Rooms. And the fact that she has an expansive greenhouse here hasn't appeared to have impacted how much greenery is here in the slightest. Part of that is her due eccentricity, but the rest is a blend of loneliness, slight anxiety and discomfort. It's just so much space, she's still too accustomed to sharing less with five other--okay, Stella had her own suite, but still. Same general area.

It's a bit of a jungle in here, moreso than it may have been if there were other people to be considerate of (read: people telling her to dial it back a lot), but still not enough to be outright and especially oppressive. Still, there are branches and vines grow from the walls and floors, and there are planters and pots of plants everywhere in the parlour. Large, slightly opened blooms hang from the ceiling. There is enough light filtering through her windows that they're not needed, but they glow at night, acting as light.

For all that there are dozens of plants, the air isn't heavy, only lightly sweet.

As for Flora, would that she could half as healthy as her flowers. Her skin manages to look pale despite its tan and there's a slight heaviness under her eyelids. Even while looking worn, she manages to smile. She is happy to see him, after all.]

Hello, Dorian. Please, come in.

[He almost expects the rooms to look like this. It is Flora's appearance that worries him.]

Should we sit? I brought you biscuits. [LOOK HE HOLDS UP THE BASKET

You can bet there is jam for the biscuits too.]

[She'll take that bet and win, thank you.

Also she's fine, totally fine.]

You can take a seat, I'll get some tea.

Perhaps I should get the tea—you can sit. [Not that he's worried about Flora or anything!!

He's so worried, it's right on his face. He doesn't want her overstressing herself.]

[son pls]

No, it's...[She pauses, wincing slightly. Her potion's effects are wearing off. Muscles jump in her jaw as she tries to power through it.]

No, it's fine. What did you feel like today?

[probably not tho]

Sit down, Flora. [Tossing etiquette out the window, Dorian takes Flora by the forearm and steers her to a comfortable seat. Probably one covered in cushy plants, knowing Flora.] You will tell me what you feel like today, and I shall get it for you.

[Flora lets herself be led without argument, sighing her concession. It's Dorian, she doesn't mind--actually likes--physical contact, and she does feel terrible.] I am, perhaps, being a bit unreasonable. I'm sorry. [She wants to say anything, but he did bring biscuits, she wants to seem thoughtful of his gift by thinking of something to complement it.]

Darjeeling, something with cardamom or lavender will be fine.

[idec, fuck earl grey, farrah.]

Just stay here. [He comes back a while latter with a lavender tea for her and a cup of DELICIOUS EARL GREY for himself. He sits down close to her—closer than he normally would, in fact. With the cup set before her, her takes her hand.] You look fully limbed.

[STOP LYING ABOUT EARL GREY, but she thanks him graciously for the tea and is comforted by the proximity.

Yeesh, maybe she should injure herself more often.]

I'm keeping them put away, I'm not sure how becoming of me to walk around injured like that--not that there's anything wrong with having injuries or any shame, but I don't want to worry anyone.

[Nor does she want the reminder, or to put herself on display like that. She almost wishes it were another limb but it will grow back if it isn't fixed another way, and in the meantime she has the ostensible luxury of keeping it hidden in a manner that won't seem incongruous to most.

Just to her.]

But it bothers you.

[Dorian squeezes her hand, gentle.]

I can stay with you for a time.

[It does. It does a lot, and her eyes widen, uncertain. Vulnerable.]

Are you sure?

[But like a child, she squeezes his hand back reflexively, and betrays her want in the process.

Please don't go.]

[He sets a second hand over hers.] Certainly. [And then, his grin promises mischief.][CHILDHOOD DREAMS ACCOMPLISHED.]

ARE YOU OKAY?

[She doesn't want to worry her friends, but she can't lie, either.]

I'm alive, I promise.

[Switching to private so fast]

I just can't fly right now.

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[ sucks to be you, Lloyd's thing is worrying about his friends. speaking of, that does not sound good at all. ]

What happened? Actually, where are you?

[omg lloyd stop being a good friend??]

The White Citadel. I don't know if you've been here, yet, but there's a fairy ring right outside Caer Glaem. But, I could come to you, instead.

[ no way man THIS IS HIS THING OKAY ]

No, I'll go to you-- you stay put. I'm not that far from the citadel, anyway. Give me about 20 minutes.

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