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After running her horn back up over Crisiant's wounds, Modera felt that she had done what she could. Opening her eyes and drawing back, she too surveyed the results of her handiwork, the smooth-if-pink back that was now wound free. She might have a few small scars remaining, but the majority had faded into the skin and would, when the pink had faded, be little more than an unpleasant memory.

How wonderful!

Modera once again felt the rush of satisfaction from a successful healing episode. It was amazing, how long she'd gone in life without appreciating her healing skills; but she'd been a late bloomer, and she was now almost a junkie when it came to the healing rush. It was image enough to make her smile.

But after a moment, she recollected herself; this was not about her, this was about Crisiant. "I'm sure he played a great role, and it's wonderful you're giving him credit for helping you. Still, you're the one that made it through the episode, Crisiant, and you're the one who is moving forward. I can't speak for him, obviously, but I know for myself that it is a privilege to have been able to help you."

Modera had never been a very intuitive mare. She had meant well in all her endeavors, yes; no one could ever accuse her of having so much as one malicious bone. However, while the morals had been strong and the intents had been kindly and honorable, the manner in which she offered her assistance had been...well, it had often been officious. Modera had always been one of those well-meaning individuals who felt they knew how to handle every situation best and consequently tended to jump right in. As a result of this tendency, Modera had on more than one occasion been accused of being officious, or even pushy. When these descriptions actually came to her attention, she usually shrugged them off; it was only natural that the less informed be jealous or put off by the more knowledgable.

Time had helped temper some of Modera's more abrasive tendencies, but there were some things that hadn't changed. Her inability to leave alone someone she considered to be in need was one of these things, so it was a great challenge for her to wrap her head around what Crisiant was saying! While it was very nice of the girl to be grateful for assistance, she was so self-deprecating in her manner, so incredibly earnest in her thanks to both Modera and the unknown (well, unknown to Modera, anyway) stallion that Modera was quite taken aback.

Modera knew her limits when it came to bedside manner, so she was very careful in her word choice. "Well, I can't speak for anyone besides me, but I know I myself have never been able to pass up the opportunity to help someone in need, whatever the need. You might be grateful to me for helping..." Here she paused, realizing that Crisiant's gratitude was itself something to appreciate. "And you're very welcome, to be sure. But I'm also grateful for the opportunity to be of use to you, to be of use to anyone. I've been feeling so adrift lately, it's nice to feel like I have a purpose again."

Though Modera couldn't quite suppress a frown as she said that, hoping that Crisiant wouldn't taken that admission to mean Modera was GLAD Crisiant had been hurt! Quickly, she added on, "Though I hope you're never hurt again, in any manner that could possibly need unicorn healing. That would really be the best situation for everyone, to never need healing of any kind." Though Modera was no dreamy-eyed idealist and knew that such a state would never come to pass; even if all of nature's creatures learned to live in peace and harmony with one another, nature itself could be a treacherous things. There would always be jagged rocks, camouflaged tree roots, low hanging branches, toxic plants to be eaten by the unwary.

But still, one could wish!

"Yes, yes it would be," Modera said with undisguised relief. The other mare, for all her initial nervousness, was proving to be a kind, sweet little mare; even if she was overly intense in her gratitude, Modera liked that she wasn't the type to take offense easily. There were many Soquili out there who seemed almost obsessive in their search for things at which to take offense; for a mare who already had a problem with her words, Modera didn't need the additional headache of that!

So she was very pleased with Crisiant, particularly when the little mare took the compliments one step further. Was she really so easy to read that someone looking at her could see what it was she wanted better than Modera could herself? She'd thought the lack of other Soquili around to heal meant that she'd lost her purpose, but maybe it truly was simpler than that. Maybe her purpose was still there, it was just...transient. She had been spoiled, being able to live and work in one space; maybe now it was time for her to spread her metaphorical wings and actually see what else was out there.

She had a lot to think about, obviously.

But for now, she simply gave Crisiant a smile. "You know, you're a very helpful mare, Crisiant; I appreciate that a lot," she added gently. "I guess I was just thinking a bit too small; I can be good at that."