[for a moment, she feels like it sincerely burns her, top to toe. and then she remembers to breath, and coughs, and steps away from the stove, meaning she bumps into him.]
It's...certainly going to work. It's quite strong, but you can handle it, I believe.
[she takes another deep breath, and moves to pour some into a cup.]
So, I have an idea on how to administer this - you should go sit down.
[with the cup, she goes and sits next to him, the liquid still steaming and fragrant.]
Trust me, Wujiu - I know what needs to happen.
[that said, she raises the cup to her own lips, and takes a decent drink out of it.
again, that stillness, before she sets it firmly down on the tatami, a strange tension in her body. her hands begin to glow, faintly first and then stronger, and she lays one on his back, pressing down. Emily closes her eyes, and warmth rushes into him - from one point and then outwards, like a web that slowly begins to saturate. what has been deprived, withered from stillness and disuse is being restored and healed in a way that the body would given time and resources. it does not grant him energy - all of what he then has goes towards this grand task, but slowly Emily seems to be able to breathe again, channeling what burst into overdrive into repair.
everything that wouldn't be done in a night. everything that needed to be restored, brought back up. her skin tingles with the effort, but it's steady, searching and mending, as sure of purpose as it could be. it's risky, but with his talk of needing energy and her not sacrificing her own, this is the compromise.
finally, it ceases, and her hand drops. the light fades, and she gasps for air once, twice - that was like standing in the midst of the strongest windstorm to her, soul battered and needing to remain constant. her hands braced on the ground to not shake from the level of imagined force. no doubt tomorrow she'll ache with the strain.]
You...can drink what's left, then. That'll give you strength back to seal the deal on your recovery.
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A few here and there...but the plants here are different, aren't they. I like it...herbs and medicine and that kind of thing.
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We have time nowadays. It would be no trouble to teach you what you want to know.
[this is her life's work, after all. if she can pass some of it on, why not?]
-Oh, I think this is done...
[taking it off the heat, she'll let it cool for a second before taking a spoon to sample it. best to use herself as the subject.
...]
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[No strange pride or holding back on speaking his feelings, like Bi'an or the Photographer. Wujiu says what he feels.
He sees her take a sip, and then...what...is that expression?
He leans over, peering at her face.]
Is it right?
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It's...certainly going to work. It's quite strong, but you can handle it, I believe.
[she takes another deep breath, and moves to pour some into a cup.]
So, I have an idea on how to administer this - you should go sit down.
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[Sit down...?]
It's drinkable, right? [He asks it warily, even as he's shuffling back to the living room to plop back down on his futon.]
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[with the cup, she goes and sits next to him, the liquid still steaming and fragrant.]
Trust me, Wujiu - I know what needs to happen.
[that said, she raises the cup to her own lips, and takes a decent drink out of it.
again, that stillness, before she sets it firmly down on the tatami, a strange tension in her body. her hands begin to glow, faintly first and then stronger, and she lays one on his back, pressing down. Emily closes her eyes, and warmth rushes into him - from one point and then outwards, like a web that slowly begins to saturate. what has been deprived, withered from stillness and disuse is being restored and healed in a way that the body would given time and resources. it does not grant him energy - all of what he then has goes towards this grand task, but slowly Emily seems to be able to breathe again, channeling what burst into overdrive into repair.
everything that wouldn't be done in a night. everything that needed to be restored, brought back up. her skin tingles with the effort, but it's steady, searching and mending, as sure of purpose as it could be. it's risky, but with his talk of needing energy and her not sacrificing her own, this is the compromise.
finally, it ceases, and her hand drops. the light fades, and she gasps for air once, twice - that was like standing in the midst of the strongest windstorm to her, soul battered and needing to remain constant. her hands braced on the ground to not shake from the level of imagined force. no doubt tomorrow she'll ache with the strain.]
You...can drink what's left, then. That'll give you strength back to seal the deal on your recovery.