[ The term is deliberate, for Naminé knows well enough that helping can involve inflicting some amount of pain just as often as purely alleviating it. (Or at least, so she's learned through her own complex experiences with the process.) Though she busies herself with this more direct form of healing for the moment, she's still not totally settled into that task until she hears his answer. Taking it as acceptance on Link's part of what she'd meant by the phrasing, the young lady gives the faintest of nods in confirmation.
For her part, magic has always come easily to her - in the general sense, that is. Taming it into proper spells like this one, shaped and devoted to achieving a particular socially acceptable function, has been more challenging in the absence of a proper teacher. Memories might serve that role, yet do so in a fragile, inefficient sort of way, limited as they are by her personal ability for recollection.
But applying such abilities that they've been learned is easy enough, and Link's silence isn't entirely necessary for her concentration; perhaps it would give her a gentle laugh if she recognized the purpose of his keeping mum. As it is, the quiet doesn't bother her. It's an old friend, and she's typically at peace with its presence. (So, too, is he a friend, and as such, she doesn't fret over what might be lurking under the surface of his mind, save that she hopes it isn't troubling him.)
When he does give voice to his other answer, she's finally got the last of his wound closed up. She takes an extra handful of seconds to observe, just to be sure she hasn't missed anything, and as she does, notes aloud, ]
That's good, I think. [ Or at least, such is her opinion. Turning a faint smile up at him, ] It's usually better, isn't it - not to have to wonder?
[ But maybe the sooner that topic's left behind them, the better. Clearing her throat with a small hum, the lass finally lets her hands fall to her lap, her endeavor finished. ]
... There. All done. [ With what she could see, anyhow. But he'd know far better than she, so she makes the gentle inquiry, ] Does - anything else hurt?
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Date: 2023-06-27 04:39 am (UTC)For her part, magic has always come easily to her - in the general sense, that is. Taming it into proper spells like this one, shaped and devoted to achieving a particular socially acceptable function, has been more challenging in the absence of a proper teacher. Memories might serve that role, yet do so in a fragile, inefficient sort of way, limited as they are by her personal ability for recollection.
But applying such abilities that they've been learned is easy enough, and Link's silence isn't entirely necessary for her concentration; perhaps it would give her a gentle laugh if she recognized the purpose of his keeping mum. As it is, the quiet doesn't bother her. It's an old friend, and she's typically at peace with its presence. (So, too, is he a friend, and as such, she doesn't fret over what might be lurking under the surface of his mind, save that she hopes it isn't troubling him.)
When he does give voice to his other answer, she's finally got the last of his wound closed up. She takes an extra handful of seconds to observe, just to be sure she hasn't missed anything, and as she does, notes aloud, ]
That's good, I think. [ Or at least, such is her opinion. Turning a faint smile up at him, ] It's usually better, isn't it - not to have to wonder?
[ But maybe the sooner that topic's left behind them, the better. Clearing her throat with a small hum, the lass finally lets her hands fall to her lap, her endeavor finished. ]
... There. All done. [ With what she could see, anyhow. But he'd know far better than she, so she makes the gentle inquiry, ] Does - anything else hurt?