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Jazira: *her smile warms.* I’m glad she had a loving family to raise her. Now, finish eating, you need your strength.

Darnell: *nods* I look forward to seeing her with the rest of my family, the next time I get home for a visit. *will finish eating*

Jazira: Is your sister a wielder? *just chatting now...kinda...*

Darnell: *nods* Air. *shakes his head with a fond grin* She has the most amazing eyes. Silver. They’re /so/ pretty. Your son? *a wielder?*

Jazira: *smiles and nods.* Water. His eyes are so blue they’re like seeing a painting. *a beat* I’m a Spirit wielder. *eyes him. She’s offering to heal him. She did enough to keep him alive, but hadn’t dared do anything noticeable before, but now...*

Darnell: *eyes widen a bit…then widen some more as the full implication of that hits him – no fear or judgment, just startled* You’re… *faint frown, curious (and a little concerned but more for himself than anything)* Are /you/ the real reason I survived, despite the good doctor’s best efforts? Considering the state I must have been in when you found me. *again, no judgment, just wants to know*

Jazira: Yes. I healed your internal wounds so you would not bleed to death.

Darnell: *nodbows from where he’s sitting* Then I am all the more in your debt. Thank you. *it doesn’t even occur to him to ask her to do more or think she might*

Jazira: I could complete healing you, but it will hurt a lot as I do, so I leave that up to you.