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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[kingslight]

[A faint hiss escapes Regis once the stinging intensifies. No stranger to pain and certainly accustomed to agony, Regis could feel the healer's magic seep deep within his flesh in a valiant attempt to draw out the impurities of his wound. It hurts quite a bit. The old king is slightly taken back by the agony and it shows upon his aged face. His brow is knitted together in discomfort and his lips sullen downward into a mighty frown.

The slight jolt of energy that flows into him from Carlisle's hands causes the king to recline some in worry. This is the first time he relied on such foreign magic and Regis is on edge. His mana flares subconsciously in warning to the invading entity that lingers within giving Regis the faintest hint of light around him. His magical aura always been quite white and airy, much like celestial glimmer of the moon. While he knows Carlisle means no harm, Regis is still on edge. He's had one too many attempts at his life not to be wary.

Once the remnant of the Crystal's malady is cleansed from him, Regis drops his guard at last and sighs. A wave of relief rushes through the elderly king once the worst of this session is done. He gives Carlisle a rare smile, a token of his sincere appreciation. However, that quickly changes once the healer starts mending the flesh and bone itself. A sharp hiss of discomfort escapes Regis once he feels every nerve and muscle being meticulously mended into place. He sighs deeply and leans against the cushions of the couch more as he forces his eyes closed.

It hurts that damn much!

Once all is said and done, Regis is jolted out his reprieve when Carlisle starts coughing a little. It's a choking sound that catches Regis off guard. His hand rests upon the healer's shoulder out of worry. While he's ignorant as of how this kind of healing technique works, Regis is worried for Carlisle's health. He knows that healing the wounds of others can be a tad difficult at best.]

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle holds up a hand as Regis places one on his shoulder, a gesture to signal that he's all right -- he just needs a moment. When given a brief reprieve from his hacking -- it does indeed sound more on the choking end than a simple tickle in his throat -- he rasps out a few words.]

Try it out. [His fingers curl, and he wonders if he should go for the empty jar, or the tea first.] Couldn't fully repair it at the moment, but— [probably the jar] —I can come back another day, if that is not adequate. Old wounds take a bit more energy to mend.

[kingslight]

[Regis eases his hand off of Carlisle's shoulder hesitantly. It seems that the healer is anything other than "fine" but Regis won't coddle him. He gives the young man a skeptical look before glancing back at his leg.]

The pain is no longer there. [The old king mutters as he rubs his fingers along his knee.] Even for partly healed, I must say I'm somewhat impressed.

[After a few stretches here and there, Regis rolls down his pants leg and attempts to stand. There's no immediate pain or any indication of that awful limp from earlier. For the first timr in a long time, Regis Lucis Caelum stands tall.]

[tongueamok]

[Despite his coughing, Carlisle smiles at that response, reveling in the results of his craft.]

I suppose I'll call that a success, then. I'm frankly surprised you were able to tolerate the wound at all, given what a mess it was.

[He stifles another cough and, despite his earlier inclination, goes for the tea, downing it all in one go. Better to get it into his system and dulling the stiffness that overtakes his joints before the ink starts coming up.]