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"I've done my share of doctering before, Ryuu. You, of all people, should know that. By the looks of it, this is nothing compared to what you've been through before.." He smiled softly. She was frigid. He ran his thumb over each of his fingers on his right hand, turned it, and opened his palm. A flame ignited. It rose, then implanted itself upon her forehead. It looked like one of those temporary tattoo's. "If you get too cold, tell it to warm you up.. if you get to hot, tell it to stop heating you.. It'll only last about twenty-four hours.." He turned and made his way into the kitchen. "If you want something to drink, don't hesitate to tell me.." As soon as he was inside, he leaned against the counter, letting his head hang. He took a deep breath, goosebumps shivering up his arms.

She nods and wraps the blanket even tighter. She is in only her underwear after sweating through her other clothes. He left and she had no one to lean on anymore. Things went dizzy quikly and she staggered over to lean against the wall. Slowly, the tears start to fall down her face. She looks tiny, a child.

He nodded. "Yes.. I was only there shortly.." He frowned some, sitting down. He took another deep breath, tucking his hands beneath his arms. "..Has the curse been sealed..?"

He nodded again. "I see.." He put his hands on the table and used them to force himself to a stand. "Alright.. I should..probably go to bed.." He was sweating and wavering slightly. "..Twenty-four Hours.." He nodded some, making his way out of the kitchen. He smiled at Ryuu, looking to the tattoo of a flame on her forehead. "Make good use of it, alright..?" He smiled a bit, walking into his room, falling lopsidedly onto the tatami mat..

Iie Metsuki Aisu walked back into the dojo, guiding himself with the wall untill he found a chair. Taking a seat he sighed, taking a small pouch of herbs out of his kimono sleeve he ran his fingers over the brail tag on the pouch, making sure it was the right one. He placed the pouch down and stood up, guiding himself toward the kithen to mack himself some more tea.

Tensaia wandered back into the dojo silently, taking interest in a seat toward the far back of the large room. He sat there, put his elbow in the table and rested his head in his hands and began to glare into space, deep in thought.

Nyl sat on the roof, as usual, debating whether or not to start playing her flute. Once she started, interruption was inevitable.