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As far as America was concerned she was healed enough. The best part of being injured or sick was the excuse to be pampered and indulged by pretty much anyone in the vicinity she could sad-eye into it. But that part had passed she was so done with it. She needed to move and get out for more than just getting to and from work.

Plus Mr. Bitterberry seemed so enjoy following along when she ran, screeching out encouragements that she liked to interpret as salty aggro coach. The sort that shouts s**t like, PAIN IS JUST THE FEELING OF WEAKNESS LEAVING YOUR BODY!

He probably wasn't, she'd admit. He seemed to have a drying humor, though Taym might disagree.

The bird had flown ahead of her as she jogged through the park, probably pushing a bit harder than she should, but it was sweat sticking her top to her back, not blood from re-opened wounds. Good enough.


Turning onto a different path, America found herself running alongside Detective Kuroda. With a cheery grin, she greeted him, "Hey! Good to see you up an at 'em!"

In the trees above, the bluejay screeched likely criticisms.

"Yeah, it's like magic stuff!" America's answer was happily matter-o-fact.

"But not like...GRRR! magic stuff," she assured him quickly. "I can see through his eyes sometimes." She wasn't quite bragging. She also was only speeding up just a little bit. Not enough to like, race him, gosh. Just to, you know, be a little ahead.

That's all.

She sped up just a little more, not even thinking about it now as she considered the question. "Well, not at first. But now that I'm like....doing it on purpose? I get headaches, but they go away after a bit. Probably just need to practice more or something, right Mr. Bitterberry?" She called up as the bird once again flew ahead of her.

The bird screeched, which she took as confirmation.

"See? It'll be fine! Magic's not all...scary violence n'stuff." She huffed as she spoke, and realized she was going at a pace a bit quicker than she'd managed in the past couple days, but not willing to slow down.

Like hell she was gonna loose. She pushed a little harder, thinking of the little baggie of painkillers and just to that cluster of trees, okay. Just to that bench. Just to the sign beyond.

"No logic behind normal s**t either," she grit out. "I grew up in Florida." As if that explained everything bizarre and irrational about the not magic world.

"You takin' it hard, then?"

"It's cool! Like..." she panted, more from ache than exhaustion, "...science has all sorts of scary s**t to it...but it's cool! It's-" And here there's a startled squawk, as Mr. Bitterberry lands on her shoulder with an indelicate wingslap to the face. <******** my...you little...!" She's laughing as she slows, even as her expression turns into a grimace as the pain of too hard too soon made itself loud and clear. "Aw s**t...damnit..."

With a groan and loud huff, she pointed at Shun. "Magic is cool."

"Is...too!" She scowled for a moment, but couldn't keep the smile away for too long.

"You just gotta...have a good experience. Know both sides...jesus..." Even with the pain, she tried to stretch a little to help her body cool down from the run. "Aren't you a detective? Don't just...convict magic on partial evidence."

"I know it's dangerous," she griped at him, pulling one arm over her head with much more care and consideration that she'd have needed had she been like, 30% more responsible five minutes ago.

"And I've...gotten scared, too! But that doesn't make the cool things...the stuff to get curious and excited about, like, those are still...right here too. Aren't you curious 'bout them? What's possible?"