[ooc: please feel free to ignore this! neurotic need to ... get the reply in]
From what he said, Natalia could deduce it a common thing, healers tiring after casting artes. While she could have attributed it to a desire of his to protect, she could not imagine it to a degree where he would weigh the well-being of a near-stranger (even a friend of Guy's) against the possible recovery of his eyes. Not unless the effects were common and severe.
"Of course I am," she said with ease, perhaps only because she didn't, couldn't understand the full meaning of his warning until she'd experienced it for herself. She could not fathom not trying, no matter how serious the possible side-effects. "Let us believe that it will work, all right? Not to get our hopes up, but so that we don't defeat ourselves before beginning."
That decided, Natalia resumed picking at her own meal. Though she would have liked to see him put something solid in his mouth, the water was a good start, and she bobbed her head with approval. A movement he could not see, but then, he ought to do it for himself, and not for her reaction. (Not that she wouldn't accept any motivation whose product met her end goal).
Once finished with her french toast, she dabbed at her mouth with the napkin and clapped her hands together. "So! Shall I go to your room tonight? I think that makes the most sense."
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From what he said, Natalia could deduce it a common thing, healers tiring after casting artes. While she could have attributed it to a desire of his to protect, she could not imagine it to a degree where he would weigh the well-being of a near-stranger (even a friend of Guy's) against the possible recovery of his eyes. Not unless the effects were common and severe.
"Of course I am," she said with ease, perhaps only because she didn't, couldn't understand the full meaning of his warning until she'd experienced it for herself. She could not fathom not trying, no matter how serious the possible side-effects. "Let us believe that it will work, all right? Not to get our hopes up, but so that we don't defeat ourselves before beginning."
That decided, Natalia resumed picking at her own meal. Though she would have liked to see him put something solid in his mouth, the water was a good start, and she bobbed her head with approval. A movement he could not see, but then, he ought to do it for himself, and not for her reaction. (Not that she wouldn't accept any motivation whose product met her end goal).
Once finished with her french toast, she dabbed at her mouth with the napkin and clapped her hands together. "So! Shall I go to your room tonight? I think that makes the most sense."