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It was probably too soon for her to be back in her feet and training, but Kala couldn't just sit. Or sleep. She'd slept for days after the conflict, even when she was worried about Will's hands. And she was still worried about them. Naturally, since she couldn't do a gafting thing about it, she was working out her annoyance by working on her ability to control energy in the form of bolts from her staff. It also meant she had taken the time to find something relatively harmless to shoot. In the end, it was a ball of something inorganic, but light, and made out of a substance she was unfamiliar with, but it was as good as anything else.

An hour passed before she paused, leaning on her long staff, heavily winded, cold, and disappointed at the number of times she'd missed, as the ball rolled back toward her.

She lacked focus. Again. And this wasn't the first day since she'd finally made up lost sleep that she'd been out in the park picking away at her skills. They were better and whatever growing she'd needed to do had helped, but her aim was still off. After a moment, she closed her eyes and the staff became a sword. Kala moved through the practice routines Matt had given her to help train her in his Paladin path, but she found herself tiring quickly even as she drove all of her will into staying focused and channeling her energy.

A swing and thrust culminated in a burning itch that quickly became a warning twinge of pain. It threw off her balance and she felt her knees give. A second later, she was sprawled gracelessly across the grassy knoll where she'd been practicing, cussing softly under her breath as she stared up into a decidedly fake sky. She stayed there, her fingers clutching the hilt of her sword (which abruptly turned back into a pendant with a few concerned burbles and some garbled grumbling from Rising Phoenix), and for awhile, drifted into a light doze.

Maybe a nap wasn't such a bad thing.

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He'd been driving about again, trying to figure out what to do during one of his breaks in helping with the repairs on the city. The City Park was one of the clearer parts, and he could putter about there without disturbing many people. Besides, the view was still a nice one, even with those random bolts of light appearing from part of it.

Even here, random bolts of light aren't a common occurrence that he's aware of, so Kazami maneuvers his bike over to check it out. He's unsurprised to see Kala as the source, she'd claimed to be capable of magic, but her sudden change of appearance and her collapse do startle him. He hops off of the bike and makes his way over to...

...See that she's still breathing. "Ha." The girl's probably just tired. Slowly, he pulls his jacket off and droops it over her, like a blanket. It might get cold before she wakes up, and he doesn't want her catching ill.

With that handled, he heads back to his bike.

Kala half stirred, then blinked as she cracked an eye and watched Kazami start to walk off. It took her a little longer than she might have liked to work her way onto an elbow and toss out a cracked greeting.

"Might need your jacket," she said tiredly.

He waves a dismissive hand. "I don't plan on crashing my bike." Kazami looks over his shoulder and grins a little bit. "Besides, you're the one taking naps with no blanket. You'll catch your death of cold that way."

"I can't catch my death of cold," Kala said with a laugh. "I'm already cold. All the time. Antedans are like that. Well, some of us. Those of us who use magic usually run hot or cold in the literal sense." She peered at him. "And no one ever plans to crash unless they're idiots."

"Then you're at a bigger risk." He frowns at your biology, madam. "You'll think you're safe, and end up catching hypothermia at the worst time." He sounds like some kind of concerned mother. It's probably lucky that he's not waggling a finger at her right now.

"True enough."

"I am well, aside from the fact that my side aches," Kala said mildly. "I'm not catching cold on this ship. It's fairly hot, innit?"

"Did you damage your ribs in the fight with the Nightmare King?" He turns and crosses his arms, lifting an eyebrow. "You can catch hypothermia even in the summer. You should know this." God, he is a worrywart.

"I was stabbed through the side," Kala said blandly. "By a juvenile goo-bug. And it itches and hurts, but it's fine. You do know I sent three years on my own killing goo-bugs, yeah? I spent cold nights in the open, I roasted in the summer, I survived multiple broken bones, slices, cuts, and punctures. Kazami, I appreciate the convern, but I'm fine, yeah?"

She shook her head slight.

"I'm a bit stiff, but I'm fine."

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