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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]

[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.]