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[ ...Fire...?

Eyes closed, she tries to imagine a fire, the same inner fire she often drew her power from. As she tries to mold it into something else, something purer, frantic thoughts feed into it, turning it into a wild flame. Sweat drips down her forehead, the heat palpable as if the fire is right there in front of her. She can't help but break her concentration to peek, but not only is there no fire, there is just nothing at all.

Tears start to form again, because she's failing. She'll close her eyes again, trying harder this time. Still anything but calm, the healing power hidden somewhere so deeply within her seems to be releasing itself through those tears. It is nearly impossible to notice, but the tears seem fall unnaturally, seeking out Kazuma's wounds as they shimmer and faintly glow.

Very... very eventually, Kazuma's wounds start to glow as well, turning a pale blue, comparable to a hot fire. It starts with those closest to her, but then trails its way through his entire body, every tiny scratch, every broken bone being filled in. Every impurity, burned away in a cleansing magical fire.

Something's happening. But she doesn't open her eyes to ruin it this time, just keeps going, though she can feel her energy draining out of her like steam rising swiftly out of boiling water.

Eventually, there will be no more water to boil, but she doesn't care. Not if this works. ]

[Indeed, getting Susato out of his way was the last thing on Yujin's mind. He hadn't even realized that she would need those notes until she gets up and heads towards her room to fetch them. Though, he does also consider the notion that it's not about the notes at all. Perhaps she simply needs a brief moment in privacy to regain her composure. He wishes he could do the same. He's still kneeling by Kazuma's side and by now, his curled hands are trembling in his lap.

If Genshin were here...

He can't finish the thought. He wouldn't know, really, just what sort of difference it would make. He always thought he knew what went through his friend's mind, but after the Professor incident, that certainty was replaced by doubt, perhaps even a bit of fear. Genshin was impossible to predict. It shouldn't matter either way. Kazuma was left in his care. This is his responsibility and his failure.

Is there a cold chill in the air, or is that just him?

When Susato returns, he sits rigid, willing his body to... Well, not to relax, but to stop shaking at the very least. And he waits, helpless as he is in this moment. It's up to her now. Susato's tears act as a reminder that he's failed her as well. Not until the wounds begin to glow their pale blue does he realize that something's happening.]

[Knowing that he was going to be tended to, Kazuma spent most of it resting. He might have hissed a few times during the cleaning process, but otherwise doesn't retaliate. The pain will eventually subside, he just needs to stop from making it worse.

Then came this warmth. Claws dig into the flooring as he let's out something that seem to be a cross of a hiss and a screech. If they're not careful, his tail might accidentally hit them. What is this?! It hurt at first, in conflict with his Noctaere side. But then the pain would subside, leaving this cozy warmth afterwards. The pain from his wounds also seem to lessen. He'll eventually calm down once more, breathing slowly, in and out. His wounds, at least the ones not as serious were mending on their own, others no longer in critical state.]

[ What is happening...?

Susato waits, wanting to hear Kazuma's voice, some sign that he's going to be okay, but then she starts to feel dizzy, which is the only reason to finally opens her eyes. Still, she doesn't really see anything. Just blurs, accented by that hot-flame blue. She tries to focus--when that doesn't work, she'll glance down, seeking the comfort of words, but that makes it worse.

Then there's a ringing in her ears, like a kettle whistling. Louder and louder and louder.

Until she can't take it anymore and she collapses right on top of her notes, her weight wrinkling its pages. ]

[As soon as the wounds begin to heal, Yujin is hopeful. Kazuma's initial reaction is only a vague sidenote; sometimes things need to get worse before they can get better. It's fine. Kazuma's situation is improving.

And then, from the corner of his eye, he sees sudden movement.]

Susato!

[A living room window cracks behind him. He doesn't even notice. Heart hammering in his chest, he rushes towards her, leaping over one of Kazuma's legs as he goes, only to drop to his knees by her side. He wraps an arm around her back and lifts her upper body up from the floor, holding her against his chest. His free hand feels her wrist for a heartbeat- yes, it's there- then moves on to her face to feel her temperature.]

[Kazuma lifts his head from the sudden shout from Yujin, confused. He's shocked to see Susato in Yujin's arm. What had happened?

Was it his fault...?

He grits his teeth, looking away. He didn't want this, to be a burden to them. It pained him to see them pay the price for his own shortcomings.] Tend to her. [He can wait. For as long as necessary.]

[ Her expression seems troubled. She will feel cool to the touch, as if she had to use her own heat for the spell (if you could even call it that), combined with the fact that Kazuma still seems to be absorbing heat energy from the room. She winces, hearing her name, resisting like a child on a school morning. A window cracks... he's probably mad about that.

Maybe she just overslept. Maybe she broke the window playing catch with Kazuma-sama again--

Suddenly she can hear his voice, and while she doesn't exactly spring her eyes open, she clearly reacts, stirring. It sounds so far away. Is she under water? ...Tend to who? ]

Dizzy... c, cold. [ She mumbles. Nope. Not underwater, though the chill makes her feel like it. Still, she manages to push herself upright, feeling like she might hurl for the--well, entirely too many times tonight. She is blinking, trying to get a better look at Kazuma......who's still... naga? ] Did it wo...

[ She can't tell if it worked, which does not give her any confidence or warm fuzzy feelings she should be feeling. ]

[The coldness of Susato's skin raises so many different concerns, for a moment Yujin isn't certain what it means or what to do. But then she speaks, and he knows he can't just sit around wasting time. And even now, Susato's main concern appears to be Kazuma. Good lord...

He pulls her up against his own body a bit more, slinging his other arm around her midriff in hopes the embrace will provide some much-needed warmth.]

Ssshhh... It's fine. Kazuma will be just fine. You did very well.

[He can't see them, but he can hear them. The guilt is becoming unbearable. Thoughts rising from the deep dark parts of his mind. Were things not constantly falling apart, he'd bounce back from it all, but this was an avalanche of problems. The last thing he wanted was to cause further distress for this family.]

I'm... [He stops himself, just barely. Claws scrap the floor. That's not what they want to hear, she wants to hear at this very moment.] ...It'ss working. Please...ressst. [He doesn't know if she can hear him, but he'll try if it'll calm her spirits.]

. . . [ It doesn't feel like he would be just fine, not right now. She can see Kazuma, and hear him too, but how is she supposed to rest? For a second, she can actually feel anger, that someone normally so smart and level-headed would let it come to this, but she's long seen this side of him now, and she swore she would accept it. Already has.

Then she starts to feel guilty at feeling angry. She is far too drained to argue or fuss with either of them, anyway, so she allows her shoulders to slump. ]

No hiding this time. Stay with us. [ Until...? Until when? She doesn't know. Until further notice. She also doesn't know what other option Kazuma has. Certainly not much, but she'll insist anyway, despite feeling (and sounding) quite winded. ] ...Then I'll rest.

[...Well, that's not a hard demand. In his current state it's impossible to leave, even if he wanted to. He wanted to get as far away from the both of them, keep them out harms way. Why do they still even want him here?]

...I'll sstay. [For now.]

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