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[If that's the case... well. Ardyn's silent only for the briefest of moments, before he stands and crosses the room where the light switch is. He flicks it off, leaving only the illumination of his desk lamp, which he will click on just a moment after.

It's difficult to see, but his eyes will adjust. He doesn't want her to suffer this whole time.]

Is that better?

[ Honestly, that makes the desk light feel like the sun... but no, it is a lot better, it can't be near as bright as the overhead lights. So she nods, and looks a little embarrassed to need to be cared for like this. ]

It is, thank you. Can you still see?

My eyes will adjust.

[That is to say, he can see her well enough. If he's planning on healing her, it's not like he needs bright light for it.

Ardyn moves to his chair again, but before sitting, rolls it over closer to her side. Only when it's situated properly next to her does he sit.]

Now then, as for your own eyes -- is the sensitivity to light all that bothers you? Has your vision changed, or anything at all like that?

No, it's more than that.

[ . . . ]

I know it seems contradictory for healing and all, but my vision's sharper, and- [ she looks around the room for something that the desk light isn't illuminating. Ah, that book shelf in the corner. She narrows her eyes and despite it being super dark there, she's going to be reading off each of the titles there in order for a while before shrugging ]

I can see in the dark.

[He looks impressed that she can read the titles of those books, and yet... Ardyn isn't completely surpirsed. With all that was happening, there was very little that would surprise the man anymore.

He leans forward in his chair, elbows on his knees. He offers a hand to her.]

A merit, to be certain, but at the expense of light sensitivity? I do wonder if it's worth it.

[It obviously isn't, after all, if she's here looking for healing.]

Take my hand, if you want me to try to ease what ails you. And I would ask that you not be startled by my magic; it'll emit a glow, but a low one.

[ . . . Magic.

Sheesh, where has her life ended up? ]

Alight, I'll make sure to keep an open mind here.

[ And she takes his hand. ]

[Well, there's little else to do other than concentrate at this point.

Nothing happens at first, until all of a sudden something does. A light, a warm glow emanating from his hands, from his touch. It's peaceful, almost, the way it spreads -- the way it envelops a body whole, much like a warm bath, or the comfort one might feel in the safety and contentment of their own bed.

But that's all it does, in terms of actually healing.

Ardyn does not feel her pain become his, not the way it had happened in the past. Even if he focuses more (her eyes, he tells himself, it's her eyes that hurt) the magic doesn't appear to be affecting it in any way.

Frowning, he releases her hand. The magic ebbs away, as does the feeling of comfort.]

...Not a normal "injury", then, I'm sorry to say. It might be as I suspected.

[ It's possible that the magic does wave off the small amount of headache she has from earlier today? But no, the eyes themselves are simply sensitive and...

Healing won't fix it.

She rubs her eyes at the end of that, looking off at the far wall before looking back at him. ]

Honestly, I'd been thinking that too. That the sensitivity's more a feature than a bug of these things.

[He drops his hands, shaking his head in a somewhat apologetic manner.]

Yes. You can blame Retrospec for that. You're not the only one who's had changes to their eyes, it's just that the usual effect is a change of color and little more.

It isn't an affliction, only how your new eyes are now. My magic cannot heal that.

... Maybe I - she? - really was a vampire.

[ She grumbles that out and sighs, running a hand over her face ]

No, I knew that was a longshot. Thank you for seeing my anyway.

Of course. If you ever need anything else, don't hesitate to let me know.

[He doesn't mind at all. Ardyn's a bit sorry he couldn't actually end up helping.

But-]

A vampire? Do you have memories to support that?

Not really, no. My memories seem to have mostly all been at night and there was a bat tornado in one of them.

[ So some people have suspected. ]

A bat tornado?

[Well, he can see why many would draw that conclusion.]

I see why the imagery might lead to the conclusion of "vampire". But I suppose, in your case, it's still too early to tell. I wouldn't make any assumptions just yet.

A tornado of bats as the sun was rising. I even rode in on it, the whole thing was... wild.

[ But she nods, she's a little bit worried about accepting it just like that and all. ]

[That's like something out of a movie, he muses; and while he would have found this ludicrous in the past, it's funny how rather accepting Ardyn is of it.]

Maybe you simply possessed the ability to control bats. You don't remember anything having to do with blood, do you? You know, vampires and all.

Now you mention it, I don't think so... no. Nothing to do much with blood yet.

[ . . . Man that's a creepy though, to remember eating blood eventually. ]

Then let's not jump to conclusions about vampires and the like until we know for certain.

[Ah, but he nearly shrugs.]

Unless, of course, you'd prefer to indulge in the fantasy. But Retrospec might chose to shatter that illusion instead of confirm it, so no point in getting one's hopes up.

I don't know who would hope for ending up in a position the sun'll burn them up, if it's really going to be changing my body so much.

[ Huff. That said... she... mmm. ]

Yeah, there's no point in getting stuck on any one theory though, I agree. [ She tilts her head ] What about you, if you've got the mutant-magic? What've you been remembering, Professor?

[Ardyn leans back in his chair, looking resigned yet amused.]

It's not mutant- magic, or at least... I think it's just regular magic.

[Whatever passes for regular magic these days. What was even mutant-magic? He supposes it's all semantics in the end.]

I've remembered several things, but the most poignant was that I was a traveling healer. [He holds his hand up, wiggling a few fingers.]

[ . . . Okay she can't help but snort at this as she gets a strange mental image. the mutant thing came from his brother, she assumed he'd know well. but... ]

So you were a priest in a previous life?

[He raises a brow at her, but hardly looks offended at all. Instead, he seems to be grinning, noticeable even in the faint lighting.]

I don't know if I was a priest, actually. Maybe. In another memory, I was going on to someone about the gods. Perhaps I was something of a religious man.

Is that amusing to you?

[ Well she can see in the dark too...! But... she nods and...

Huh, the gods. ]

It's just odd to imagine a world with wandering healers, I suppose. It's like if the Inquisition was still operating and going around, some old world affair with might and magic.

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Indeed so. Something out of a fantasy novel.

[He shrugs.]

Strange, though, how I think very little of it now. As odd as it might sound, to know of magic and monsters and daemons having existed, the memories come with some form of acceptance. Of simply... knowing that they must have been real, and not some delusion descending upon us all.

That's how I see it, in any case.

Putting it like that, the whole thing sounds so sagely.

[ she exhales, and she shakes her head ]

You've been on the app a little longer than me, I'm sure. Maybe I'll think more like that in a month or two. [ . . ] Mind if I ask you one more little thing though?

[He nods.]

Of course. What is it?

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