Eponine lid up with the innocent light she had flickering brightly in her stark blue eyes, her smile endearing and ever so naive. Rubbing her hands together whilst murmuring the old words of magic she bowed her head before her saviour. What happened next was a series of quick events, the soothing magic glowing brightly in her eyes as she mend the broken bones with the force of energy flowing through her body. The nun was quiet, her minds eye following the bone-structure of a human, until she found something odd. Something was off with the man before her, as the bones did not seem to heal in a way it should, they were more brittle and grown differently. She could see as much, the magic lighting the way in her spirit as the energy flowed to the tip of his fingers.<br/><i><br/>
His fingers.</i><br/><br/>It had send her a vision of long claws, shimmering brightly underneath the flesh as the magic was tiring her out, draining her more then it should with the complications of not knowing what she was healing. Her breath was becoming ragged, the smoke making her wheeze during her not so well hidden confusion.<br/><br/>''You.. your hands, your fingers.. they are gone?''<br/><br/>She murmured the words softly, until the energy she was realising had finally finished its job. She gingerly took the tip of the Ramen's mantle, too fast for him to withdraw, before she pulled it up. The sheer horror and terrifying shock on her face was enough for her to scoot back over the smouldering grass. The sound of her gasping in agony was audible in the eerily silence that had descended upon the deadened village. Ripping open one of the blisters on her thighs, visible through the rip of her habit she screamed in agony.<br/><br/>''You aren't human! You.. You are a monster!''<br/><br/>She had been saved by a creature that was not of god, she had used her divine powers to heal the bones of a Ramen. A monster that roamed in the darkness, spoken only off in the books she read in the midst of the night. The terror tales told by mothers to keep her children in line. She felt damned, holding her chest tightly with knuckles bright white of blood drained from them.<br/><br/>''A monster...''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>