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[ Misa, a small woman (she barely hits 5'1), comes to the door wearing an undertunic of blue-green and trousers of grey. Her hair is up in intricate braids, out of her way. One braid is prominently displayed against her forehead. It's thin, but still important. Dark eyes study him for a moment. She pulls the pins out of her mouth. ]

Mr. Gold?

[ Behind her, the house is clean and orderly. Except her living room, which is a chaos of bolts of silk of all manner of blues and green. There's also a mocked up table set for the fabric. ]

Please, come in. Can I get you some tea?

[ He's taller than her but not more than most, not quite half a head even. ]

Yes.

[ A nod of greeting. before stepping in. ]

Only if it won't put you out.

[ It's comical, her and Loki. ]

Oh, not at all.

[ The pins float from her hand back to the pin cushion on the table and push into the tomato. She turns for the kitchen. ]

Please come in and forgive the mess. The crystal granted my wish recently.

[ He takes quiet note of what he sees, the surroundings, what she is doing seemingly by magic. Just to bear in mind for future reference. He follows her inside, trying to pinpoint the location of the damage he saw from the outside without wandering off. ]

I think 'tidy' is something for later, given what everyone is recovering from. You needn't worry.

[ The majority of the damage is in her bedroom, unfortunately. She'll take him there in a moment. Though cracks can be seen in other places, leading to the bedroom.

She plucks the tea set out of the air and puts it on the table. ]

Would you like to see the damage first?

If it's no trouble.

[ If he is going to use magic, he will need time to consider how. And to possibly take a moment to re-gather his energy afterward. Which tea would be helpful for. ]

Not at all, this way. Would you get up in the rafters?

[ She asks, when her lothcat winds around her ankles. Then, it listens to her, and jumps along several shelves and settles on one of the rafter beams.

Misa shakes her head, and leads Gold down the hallway to her bedroom. The shattered window that Loki fixed is still there, filtering light into a prism of rainbows over her bed.

Above the bed, however, is a bright blue tarp. Said tarp is held up on the roof by stakes through ropes on top of her home. The hole is obviously one where something came through. ]

Here it is.

[ The bedroom is also neat, and well maintained, despite the hole in the roof. The only area of organized chaos is a small dresser with all manner of hair ribbons, bows and ties. ]

[ If anything about the scene makes him uncomfortable, it is the fact that it's a stranger's bedroom. So even with invitation it feels like overstepping in a way. Despite the tarp, though, he thinks he understands the nature of the problem, at least. ]

...I think I should be able to do something about that.

[ She smiles and bounces on her toes, like a young girl should. ]

I would dearly appreciate it if you wouldn't mind.

[ She cocks her head to the side. ]

Should I leave you to work and prepare a meal?

[ She knows how people need to eat after 'working'. ]

We should probably agree on a price, first.

[ A shifty glance. ]

And do so somewhere other than your bedroom.

[ She hides a smile. Then, she leads the way back to the kitchen and begins a meal preparation. ]

So, payment?

[ She asks, catching a knife she bumps off the counter, with the Force and picking it out of the air. Then she turns back to creating food. ]

Before bringing shards into it: what can you do? I've noticed you have some preternatural abilities. What came with you? What potion did you drink? How practiced are you in both?

[ She opens a cupboard and puts the red potion on the table. ]

This is the potion I woke up with. I have not drank out of it. I don't trust Vaeros to be beneficent in his granting of powers. My powers are my own. I am a Padawan of the Jedi Order and a Healer by trade.

The Force is created by all life and connects all life. Jedi are one sect of people who can use the Force for a few things: healing, telepathy, telekinesis are just a few.

I am not a Master, but I am practiced enough.

I compliment you clear dedication to your craft.

[ He takes in all that she says and considers how to respond carefully. Magic is magic, and the language with which its holders speak of it will differ in every world. ]

The Force, as you call it, is honed differently in every world. Universe. Dimension. However you choose to name it. From experience with these potions, you are not wrong -- the downside is that save in color you have no clue as to what you will get. The red, I believe, is elemental magic. What element you are given is up to capricious chance.

I understand that I am merely assuming that you had to buy back the abilities you use now. I did as well, but in choosing to drink my potion and acclimate myself to how that magic works, how it feels when one uses it, it helped to decide what came back to me first and how. It also helped me to hone what I did get back and expand its use.

[ An understanding nod. ]

But all power has a price. Whether it is shards or the consequences of a choice hastily and poorly made, or your own energy in exchange for too much of it used up front. I slept like the dead for days. Paying that price meant my home suffered no damage. ...The point being, I do not fault you for your decision. But there are ways to use it mindfully and with wisdom, should you ever change your mind.

[ A circular gesture with his hand, back to the subject of her house. ] Making your roof undamaged should not lay me up for as long. But if you are a healer, you might help me a little in that regard.

[ She understands what he is saying, but doubts he realizes that he impacts the Force in his own way, and that she can differentiate those ways to tell who is at her door or approaching. She hadn't really explained that to Loki, either. It tends to upset people to know that she knows that they're there. She keeps it to herself to save them the worry. ]

I am well aware of the prices of using the Force. I did not even make it home before I fell asleep. Loki found me and brought me home. I slept quite a while before I was able to even access the Force again.

[ But the way he speaks is far more Sith-like, than Jedi-like and that is... worrying. Still her Oath will not allow her to do anything but nod. ]

I would be happy to help you. You are helping me after all.

A healer or two helped me during the conflict by replenishing my energy. I doubt I would have lasted to the end were it not for them. However, before I ask if you can do the same, I wanted to inquire first --

[ And he pauses, seeming to consider it. So far there haven't been any that can do it, and he is still wary of what it could mean for those that could. The hand holding the handle of his cane tightens. ]

-- Do you have experience at all with older injuries?

[ Misa puts the tea on the table, pouring them both mugs. ]

That... depends on the injury. There are some things I can help with - the removal of troublesome scar tissue, or adhesions for example. But other things are unfortunately out of my scope. Describe the injury to me, and I will determine if I can help?

[ Gold sucks in a quiet breath. ]

My ankle was shattered when I was younger. Aside from the pronounced limp, it does not pain me unless I am on it for too long.

[ Like standing in a queue all day. Vaeros. ]

But it does present its issues. Least of all being the ability to run if there is immediate danger.

[ She frowns, then shakes her head. ]

May I study the injury? I cannot promise, but perhaps I can ease some of the pain. But you realize that if I do heal it, other muscles, other bones are going to be very sore for a while, while everything readjusts?

Temporary discomfort is something I can deal with.

[ This is more than anyone has been able to tell him since getting here. ]

When I have access to all my magic, I might as well have no injury at all. The trouble is that I do not right now, and I am wise enough to know that sometimes I will be without and do not need the added vulnerability.

[ He mutters a quick apology and makes certain he is sitting comfortably before he starts to unlace one of his boots to more clearly show her. His ankle is thankfully not swollen anymore, but still a touch misshapen. Something that didn't heal quite right and still healed weaker besides. ]

[ She puts her tea down and kneels in front of him. There's a gentle touch of her fingers as she carefully touches the skin of the foot an ankle.

A small frown touches her face. ]

I will be honest.

[ She looks up at him. ]

Can I give you back what you had? No. It's been too long. The muscles and tendons have compensated. However, with some anesthesia, time, and the Force, I should be able to fix it, make it less painful and give you some range of motion back.

[ He actually looks a little relieved. ]

That's more than I have, and what remains, later a healer of another sort might be able to do more. Its age has left many unwilling to try and I do not blame them. And conventional medicine to even try would want to re-break it.

Were we on a Republic world, I would suggest that, with cybernetics to help compensate. Some others would suggest a fully cybernetic foot replacement, although that would have a risk of phantom pain. We do not have that here, but I can do some things.

[ She stands up. ]

It will involve at least one other. Because I'm going to need someone to hold you under while I work. Is there someone you trust to put you down, or will you allow me to choose someone?

[ Oh well THAT is a loaded question. ]

There are one or two I would...consider.

[ She nods. ]

That is why I ask. You will have to make that call. I have no desire to make you uncomfortable while I work on your ankle.

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