[Honestly, it's a good move. Her potion does taste kind of bad! And already, she's pouring him more, clearly banking on his leg healing before he'll need to go to the bathroom from drinking so much (if Food Souls even work that way!). At his question, her expression brightens up a little, and she touches her chest right beneath her collarbones, covered as it is by her blouse.]
It's the latter. My new tattoo gives me this ability. Where I'm from, magic doesn't exist, so any healing is a slow and arduous process, even with medicine and other assistance.
[Unless you hold the power of the titans, like her. But that's far from the norm, with only 9 such persons among many millions.]
What about you and your world?
[He clearly is a combatant, and not only since today... conflicted as Frieda feels about violence, she recognises that she can hardly speak out against the current efforts, given that the opponents are monsters called by an individual with ill intentions towards this struggling world. All the more does she wonder about this man. Could he really be a devil? In her world, only horrible connotations are attached to that race, but he's as easy to talk to as any other person.]
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It's the latter. My new tattoo gives me this ability. Where I'm from, magic doesn't exist, so any healing is a slow and arduous process, even with medicine and other assistance.
[Unless you hold the power of the titans, like her. But that's far from the norm, with only 9 such persons among many millions.]
What about you and your world?
[He clearly is a combatant, and not only since today... conflicted as Frieda feels about violence, she recognises that she can hardly speak out against the current efforts, given that the opponents are monsters called by an individual with ill intentions towards this struggling world. All the more does she wonder about this man. Could he really be a devil? In her world, only horrible connotations are attached to that race, but he's as easy to talk to as any other person.]