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[ 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.

Would that be an agreeable trade for repairing your roof, then?

[ She blinks. She'd do it without him repairing her roof. But if that's the way he wishes to see it... ]

Of course, that would be just fine.

[ Magic for magic seems the fairest trade. It will also potentially cut down on the number of people asking for similar favors in the future, he hopes. ]

I will need the tarps taken down then.

[ He starts to put his boot back on and lace it back up. ]

And if you have any other rooms in the house that are undamaged with similar architecture, letting me see that before I set to work would help.

The other bedroom has similar architecture in reverse.

[ She says, already thinking of how she could fix the ankle without Kolto.

Once he has his boot on, she opens the door to the other bedroom, where nothing has been touched. The beds are placed back where they should be and there's no curtains on the windows any longer, but it's just a plain, empty bedroom. ]

This here should help? I'll go take down the tarp.

[ She leaves him be to remove the tarp, using the Force. ]

[ He is no expert in building houses, but the upshot of these houses is their make was fairly straightforward when it came to seeing what is doing the work. Once he has an idea how the supports are meant to appear, he joins her in the room. ]

I think I see what you mean.

[ Same basic ideas, just in the other direction. ]

[ She gathers the tarp and folds it neatly, putting it under her bed. She's sitting on the bed when he comes in. ]

Do you need any further help? Or should I leave you to work and fix us a spot of food?

Food would probably help, actually. It will be finished when you are.

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[ She nods, and leaves him alone to work, to go make them some more tea, and some food. She needs some as well.

The lothcat is curious about him and jumps up on the bed, laying in the rainbow prism filtering through the bedroom window. He cocks his head to the side, watching. ]

[ Gold takes note of the creature and where he settles, mainly to be certain he doesn't misdirect his magic. His hands move, slow and steady, and rather than weave cloth it is as though with his fingers, he is drawing on the air.

The ceiling doesn't repair so much as it rewinds; Gold doesn't know magic to mend, but he can transform. In this case, it's a bit of a cheat, isn't it? He is transforming a broken roof into one that is not broken, using his memory of the architecture in the other room to direct him. ]

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