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[[This is a continuation of this thread, open to magic bus people and probably anyone who happens to be walking by.]]

Kala watched Mister Barlow's hat bob a bit as he carried her. The bus wasn't that far away now, not really. She could almost feel it pulling at her. In it was a warm, safe bed, a bathroom that was very nice and had pipes, but she was worried. Not for herself, but for Mister Barlow, because it was made up of magic and it would be so bright. She'd been stupid. Stupid for not controlling herself. Stupid for letting herself slip up, for not forcing herself to spar. It hadn't been real fighting anyway. The ship probably would have stopped them. And they hadn't been fighting dead on, it was just a stupid surge. One she'd managed to stop.

Now, here she was, limp as anything and being carried by Mister Barlow all the way home when he was still hurting because she'd gone and-- And tried to just about fry him. It wasn't exactly successful, but at least she managed to heal him a little. Kala blinked and a few tears slipped down her cheeks. It wasn't his fault. Not even a little. But.

She'd...helped.

That was worth something.

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Thirty-seven, Kala said. Mm, it's useful and good to know where everything is if it's dark and something attacks. It saved my life several times. Getting attacked had become so common, she almost expected it night after night. It made her learn how to survive, though, and that was the important thing.

You sure your arms are okay? she asked, her mental tone worried.

"For the last time, I'm sure. Ye worry too much for someone who can't talk." He smiled as he said it to show he was fine. of course, that wasn't exactly the truth; his arms did burn and they were starting the bruise, but it wasn't all that bad, really. He'd certainly done worse to himself.

He counted off the steps to her room in his head; if her numbers were right, he should be almost to her bed. He slowed down his walking so that each foot could grope it's way forward a bit. Once it caught the edge of the bed, he'd know he was there.

I got reason to worry, she grumbled pointedly, and disliked the fact that she couldn't really even feel her body at all. There was just the vague sense of being held and numbness along with the tingling that crawled along her skin. She wasn't sure she believed he was okay, though, and it niggled at her uselessly just like the worry.

Kala's bed was large and comfortable and well cushioned, something that never ceased to amaze her. It was clean, too. She remembered not having clean linens, or a bed, or anything but hard earth. Kala tried to pry her eyes open again and they refused to open at all. Rising Phoenix wasn't taking chances, it seemed.

You'll get it looked at by a proper healer, right? The question came out slow and almost sleepy. Promise?

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"I promise. I'll go get it looked at as soon as I know yer going to be alright." Having finally arrived, he set her down on the bed very carefully and adjusted the pillows around her a bit.

"Now try and get some rest, okay?"

Stay? she asked very quietly. Just until I'm asleep. Just until then. And I'm fine. The corners of her lips twitched slightly, but the smile never broke. She tried, though. I'll cycle through this in awhile and be good as new.

He smiled at her. "You don't believe me when I say it, why should I believe you?" He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. "I'll stay as long as ye like." His voice was low, barely more than a whisper. Man needed a damn nap after that workout.

Fine, Kala said with the mental equivalent of a snort. We can keep calling each other liars for awhile until everything stops hurting. She took a moment to mentally nudge him.

Is a big bed, she mumbled. And I'm small. Can take a nap, too.

"Nn," he grunted at her, shifting on the bed. To hell with it, he needed a nap. May as well take one here.. that way, he knew there'd be someone when she woke up to check on her. He rolled his sleeves up to make sure none of the charred plantsuit flaked on her (assumedly) nice bed and lay down next to her.

He yawned when he tried to say something to her. "Ye win this round, but I'll get ye next time, Gadget."

...s'a gadget? Kala asked sleepily, but she wasn't quite sure she cared as the bed floated beneath her. Her fingers managed to find his with the tiniest bit of mobility she had left, and she twitched them into his, anchoring her so she didn't feel like she was going to somehow float away. ...gonna...have to try harder. To get me...next time.

Her mental voice got smaller and smaller until she was silent. The cool touch of her hand warmed a little as Rising Phoenix hummed and began to cycle through a re-sequencing procedure that would let her move again. The unfortunate thing about Kala was her severe lack of training and the fact that she had managed to slam in a total shutdown program just in case she did lose control. It was safer.

It was safer for everyone.

Safer for Mister Barlow. Safer for him.

Blin just smiled as she drifted off and he squeezed her fingers. "I'll explain later." All in all, it was amazing that he'd managed to hold together so well. It wasn't every day that someone nearly exploded with potential like that. People either did or didn't get near it happening. Being able to hold yourself off, well that was a new one.

He reflected on how he would have to adjust the training in the future, if continue it at all, while the last vestiges of his adrenaline rush wore off. Maybe this was a sign that he really shouldn't return to teaching. But, the seer had said he needed to do it, and Kala seemed to genuinely want his help... the pro's and con's were weighting heavily in his head as he finally drifted off next to her. He'd figure it out later. For now, this was good enough.

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