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"Mm, I agree. I find that a lot of people rely on healing magic, which is great whenever there is a healer in the vicinity. But sometimes you might not find yourself so lucky." And training, even basic, can be the difference between life and death in a pinch. "Well, once we're done here and you're feeling better, drop by whenever you like. You can show me all you know, and I'll fill in the gaps." And neither of them need to sleep, so they can train almost indefinitely until Nate is happy with it. She gives his hand a gentle squeeze as they speak, Isla nodding and completing her incisions so she might get into his chest cavity. "That's an understandable fear," she says. "I'm the same - and I'd probably feel the same way too. It's a lot more personal, like this." Leaning in, Isla unfortunately needs both hands for what comes next, but as the flesh peels back, it's with a low hum of interest that she forgets herself for a moment. "Our bones are... it looks as though they are coated in liquid metal. It's beautiful," she admits, reaching back for gauze and the rest of her tools. She needs various materials to keep his chest open, but for now the glitter of chrome and silver is enough to catch her eye. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die