“What the fuck, Sin, your leg’s gonna rot off.” Lily steps over to the hedgewitch. Now that she knows that Sin won’t feel any pain, she tuts her fingers again, stimulating the other’s nervous system to create more white blood cells to help her body combat the infection she was developing. “I can’t cast for you, but I can get you a healer to avoid further Frankenstein-ing your leg.”
“ no, no healers -- fuck healers, i can do it myself, i just need some time. ” considering the illegal shit she’d been injured while doing, a healer didn’t quite seem like the best idea. a deep breath. she felt floaty -- it was like listening to a song at double speed, then going back to how it was supposed to be.