( It's one thing knowing healing powers exist — she's never personally seen them, but they're logical enough things to exist back home — but being subject to it is something else. Surreal, almost wrong in the way it so quickly puts everything to rights. A shiver trails down her spine despite the warmth, powers that aren't her own flooding her body. Calming, soft, soothing.
So many things powers never have been.
It's strange to move this quickly, this easily, to turn her head and examine the spot once the woman pulls away, twisting her body this way and that before she grabs the zipper of her dress and yanks it back up.
As if nothing ever happened. )
... Seems good.
( She swings her legs over the side of the bed and grabs the strands of the apron she's stuck wearing, fiddling with fabric before; )
What do I owe ya?
( It's easier to ask that than say thanks, apparently. )
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So many things powers never have been.
It's strange to move this quickly, this easily, to turn her head and examine the spot once the woman pulls away, twisting her body this way and that before she grabs the zipper of her dress and yanks it back up.
As if nothing ever happened. )
... Seems good.
( She swings her legs over the side of the bed and grabs the strands of the apron she's stuck wearing, fiddling with fabric before; )
What do I owe ya?
( It's easier to ask that than say thanks, apparently. )