Thomas
When the hour was over, Bens head rested wearily against the window. He had transferred over plenty of mana and stamina to Almonde and now was entirely drained, only concious in the lightest of terms. He let out a weary sigh as Noctis' body regained its vibrant color and seemed to once again be full of life. The sleeping raven haired beauty had a strong pulse and deep, slow breaths. It was as if he'd never been hurt. It seemed the second the cursed flesh was gone, his body had quickly recovered with her healing magic. 

**"Well... Very good work, Sister Almonde."** Ben mumbled, his eyes fluttering with weariness. **"I think I will go to my room and take a nap, will you be okay with him?"** He asked, pushing himself to his feet and swaying a bit. He had his wand holstered his his once finally done hair was a disheveled mess, as if he were the one who'd been on the bed being operated on. His crystal blue eyes swept from her to the man and back and he nodded. **"Yes I think you will be. I'm very impressed with your skill, I do not think I have met someone your equal in the art of it."** He said, and gace her a half bow. "**Lets meet for dinner tonight to discuss. I'll let you go grab the food."** He said, putting a gold down on the table. It seemed he'd understood her reservation on his food after all. 

Once they'd said their goodbyes, he'd depart. It was only when he was gone that the sleeping man spoke. 

"Who are you, where am I?" Noctis asked, his eyes opening to reveal that they were a stormy grey, dark clouds gathering with a promise of rain. His voice was more beautiful than elf song, full of emotion and yet perfectly controlled. He did not sit up, but watched her closely with those storm cloud eyes. It seemed he'd been awake for a bit and only been feigning sleep.
Gwendolyn
*As the results looked positive and promising, the devotee let out a deep sigh of relief. The strange man was healing rather quickly and seemed as if he was never harmed, truly some divine intervention had taken place. Although the bed was slightly blooded and a small mess was to be cleaned, she turn her attention first towards the scholar. Her face radiating an expression of gratitude and glee, her blue eyes were as warm as a summer sky.*

```"I thank you, if not for you suggestion than he wouldn't have fully recovered. I am very grateful for your help, truly Calisto send you here as our blessing. I would hug you, but perhaps you'll find that vulgar. Please rest assured that you did more than enough, until we meet again tonight."```

*Removing her blooded gloves, she'd speak with a smile underneath her mask. But she would quickly pick up the bowl of cursed flesh, and hand it to the scholar.*

```"Oh, I almost forgot. Would you like his cursed flesh? For study perhaps? You have more than earned it. Or would you prefer that I keep it in a closed jar for you."```

*Almonde asked with a curious expression in her face, she had no idea if he wanted it ot not. But, whatever his request was then she'd do her best to make it happen. Perhaps the cursed flesh of a strange man may be of some use or perhaps it was the dumbest question to ask. The devotee wasn't entirely sure. Regardless, the two would say their goodbyes. Her attention turning to the man who had awaken just as the scholar left.*
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```"I am Sister Almonde of the Calisto Church, Goddess of Health. A devotee and a healer. You are in the Logbringer Tavern in Luminia city. More specifically, you arrived on a tavern table and now you are in my room. You had a broken arm, broken ribs, a punctured lungs, hypothermia and a cursed blade wound. However, you are alive and cured of the curse from what I can see. Yet, I still urge you to rest and recover. You are in safe hands and in a safe place with trustworthy people."```

*Almonde took the awakened man very seriously, making sure to explain everything in detail to avoid conflict or a troubled soul to panic. He asked and she provided a clear answer, however the woman was aware that this would only be the beginning of many more questions. The young devotee carefully sat herself on the edge of the bed, her white garbs had a few stains of his blood as she'd speak.*

```"I understand that this is a lot to take in. Just breath and keep your focus on recovery. How are you feeling? Any pains, discomfort or anything I should worry about? You don't need to explain yourself to me, that's hardly my priority at this time. Oh... And about your armor and sword. I believe a handful of thieves stole it when you fell from a teleport spell?"```

*She spoke with a soothing tone as her hand rested over her lap, her blue eyes were as soft as silk. Doing her best to follow procedures to an awakened wounded man.*
Eileen
"Vulgar no, but perhaps it's a moment of elation on your end. But- good work Sister." He'd say, opting to shake her hand instead. He had a gentle grip, not firm but methodical instead. When she offered the cursed flesh he beamed and some of the life came back into him. 

"Why yes I think I will take it. Anti magic items are very rare in Aterna and very hard to make, much less finding flesh that's been cursed by it. I'll report whatever I do find to you of course." He said, gingerly taking the bowl from her hands. His crystal eyes thanked her, bright if still liked by dark circles. 

"Till dinner." He said, smiling at her and then taking his prize and leaving the room.
Thomas
The man who's face must have been carved from marble tilted his head and gazed at her. A follower of Callisto huh? He'd gotten lucky indeed. Really lucky. If her claims were true then his healing had been part of her tenets and he could rest assured she had no other motives. He'd known enough children of Callisto to know that. Breathing out a sigh, he nodded his head. 

"I think I'm fine. No pains, but..." Something was wrong. He could sense it. Like something was... But he couldn't put his finger on it. "Well anyways I-" He froze as she explained his sword and armor were gone. Ebony Rose, the black bladed longsword crafted as a gift from Scipio and his enchanted platinum armor that would never break or give way under any strike. He scowled and shot up, rising to his feet in a fluid motion and then he staggered and slammed against the desk as his head spun. 

"Damn." He said and tried to enhance himself to power through the fatigue. That was when he realized the problem. Dread sank into his stomach like a lead weight and he turned to slowly look over at Sister Almonde. His face was as terrible as it was beautiful with its severity, his storm cloud eyes threatened a typhoon. 

"Follower of Callisto- did you have to make any sort of heavenly pact to restore my health? Did you remove my mana? I can't access it." 

His magic was gone. Not just that his mana was depleted- he could not feel his magic in the slightest. For the first time in his entire life- Noctis was powerless. He couldn't hold back the thought that he wished he had died from that damned dagger wound.
Gwendolyn
*A concerned expression could be seen on her face as she'd approach the young man, as he slammed against the desk. Before she could even help or assist, her ears were sharpen to hear the mysterious man speak. He was a mystery and one that any curious soul would enjoy prying, yet Almonde only had on priority in mind. To ensure his recovery was smooth and to assist, restoring him back into his prime. Questions and answers can be handed to more qualified scholars, her eyes turned to the door before she'd place her hand onto Noctis's back. Gentle and soft, attempting to guide him back into the bed.*

```"Come now, please rest and take it easy. I know a lot is on your mind, but no. I did not use a pact to restore your health. I removed your cursed flesh from your wound and healed over it. I believe the cursed blade may be responsible for your mana loss. We will get you the best help we can, but you must first help yourself. Please."```

*Almonde spoke as she'd place her hand over his back and knees, gentky scopping the handsome man up. Carrying him with her arms with some surprising strength, and carefully placing him back on the bed. She'd begin removing the blooded blankets as her voice rang with a firm yet soft tone.*

```"I will get the scholar to assist you and I will do my best to bring you back to your prime. It's my duty after all. I am aware the loss your sword, armor and mana is painful, but you are very lucky to be alive. You were at Mortem's door earlier. So please rest and rest assured that we will make sure you are taken care of. I only request that you help yourself as well."```

*She said as she'd sit on the edge of the bed, looking at the man's chest and eyes. Although, he was handsome beyond description. The stubborn and determined healer inside of her would outshine anything else. Her hand would gently pat the man's chest, as she'd explain what she will do.*
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*She said as she'd sit on the edge of the bed, looking at the man's chest and eyes. Although, he was handsome beyond description. The stubborn and determined healer inside of her would outshine anything else. Her hand would gently pat the man's chest, as she'd explain what she will do.*

```"Now, please listen here. I will wash your wounds and scars. Check on you. You will rest here. You will drink and eat, I will answer your questions. But you will remain here until I bring back the scholar who worked hard to keep you alive. He will most likely be able to assist you. I worked hard to keep you alive and stable. Fret not, okay?"```

*The devotee had a soft face and expression, yet her words were firm and serious. The healer did not want the man to bring more injury to himself after all her hard work. Although, she was well aware of his confusion, fear and frustration over his situation.*
Thomas
He'd faced dragons, demons, demigods of colossal strength, assassins and ghosts, Fey and children of the night. He'd fought countless monsters and never not ONCE in his nearly nine hundred years was he as scared as he was now. He felt himself slipping into shock even as she picked him up. Her words washed over him but it was as if someone else was listening. 

"I don't scar." He said, as if that had been the only thing she'd said. "My body won't let me scar- except..." His fingers drifted to a spot on his stomach. It was true however, aside from blood stains the mortal wound now was not even scar tissue. He was a flawless painting never touched or scratched. 

"I owe you and that Wizard my life, servant of Callisto. Yet that sword and that armor are precious to me, all that I have left. I appreciate the work you did, but the second I have some strength back I'm going after my items. Magic or not I can handle some damned thieves." He said, gripping the sheets. 

Noctis looked at her again. A plainly pretty woman with a unique shock of hair and a gentle face. He flexed his fingers as he felt the ghost of her touch- so it had been her. She'd pulled him back from the brink. He studied her face for a long time before he spoke again. 

"Shall we eat here then? I might have some coin in my belt pouch." He said, reaching into to pull out a golden ring. He turned it over in his fingers a moment, looking forlorn, before slipping it into his thumb. It was quite large. Then he pulled out a golden coin and held it out to her. 

"Should pay for a meal for both of us. The scholar will need rest. Transference like that takes time to recover and some food. I'd suggest taking him some if you feel you owe him any gratitude."