Shine listened patiently. Once he had calmed himself down, his brain, still running like a bullet train, began to process and work over what information was being given to him by the boy. He had questions, but rather than pose them right off the bat, he worked to try and figure it out in his head, feeling a bit awkward about asking a question.<br/><br/>He looked down to the O-juzu he had. Needed a tool, he said, needed a tool to get it to work...so, is that what happened to him? And the girl? He hmm's quietly, and starts quietly, mentally counting the beads as he moves over to Aryn and Kari.<br/><br/>He stares at them intently, but his gaze seems to become distant, after a few moments. He was trying to put himself back into the spot, the place, he had been in when it first went off.  The panic...no, that couldn't really help, could it? The need, the desire to do something to help...maybe that was the ticket.<br/><br/>They were both wounded. And he did want to help them. Maybe he could coax that... Persona thing out of himself again. He focused, and eventually his eyes closed. It takes him a while, it really does, but eventually something does happen. He could feel pressure building up in his head, and he wasn't sure if that was because of the headache, or because of what he was doing, because of the energy expenditure and stress summoning a Persona would surely put someone under.<br/><br/>...And then, it happens. His eyes snap open as his hand clamps tightly on the prayer beads, and something manifests, oddly accompanied by the equally odd smell of anodyne. The Plague Doctor appeared, the tools of his trade vaguely visible in the pockets of its thick, brown coat. Its appearance was fully hidden; it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman, the skin color, or anything. All that could be seen was the white eyes with the tiny black pupils, peering eerily out from the beaked mask it wore.<br/><br/>It seemed to watch the two, eyes analytically assessing the wounds each had taken. It nods its head, quiet as can be, and made several gestures with one gloved hand, a distinctly eldritch quality to them. A warm light seems to envelop both, separate lights, but happening at the same time. The light was warm, and comforting, like the gentle embrace of a lover, or a soothing soak in an onsen. It renewed depleted energy, soothed tired and strained muscles, and caused the various nicks, scrapes, scratches, and other wounds they had suffered to begin to heal.<br/><br/>This expenditure, however, seems to become too much for Shine to handle. He's burning himself out from all of these recent, rapid fire events, and he collapses to the floor, the beads still tightly clutched in his hand. The Persona stares at the collapsed youth, but shakes its head, before disappearing back to whatever void it came from, seemingly unwilling, or perhaps unable, to help the very one that gave birth to it.