The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

A horrified look shows on her face and she takes a step back. ''No! I- that is only for evil that refuses redemption or penance. I just- I just wanted to ask if I could help. Even if it's just listening to your troubles.''

[GamesMaster]

"You a healer?" she asks again, looking her over. "I don't mean battle-healer, neither." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I... yes? I know basic mundane healing, I can cure traumas of all kinds combat caused or not, remove weariness but not true exhaustion, and remove all but the worst diseases with one attempt, I am trained in emotional counseling, and help control fear of all sorts," the paladin recites, feeling a bit like she's reporting to a new supervisor.

[GamesMaster]

"I got the cunt-pox," she admits. "An' Jay'll positively lose it if I don't come back cured. Of all the stupid things to get caught over, goddamn dee-dubs!"

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong stares a moment. "The... what? You- I understand maybe half of that?"

[GamesMaster]

"I got the cunt-pox," she says again, meeting her eyes. "Need a cure, yah?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Is... is that... what it sounds like?'' Lightsong asks tentatively. You can... get pox on just... there?

[GamesMaster]

"Ye-es?" she says, blinking. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

''My teacher has... clearly skimped out on some important facts,'' Lightsong mutters to herself. ''Yes. It's not magical, is it?''

[GamesMaster]

"Gods no. I hope not. No, they cure it an' don't charge me gold pieces, it can't be magic." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

''Okay, good. Very few natural diseases are all that resistant. May I touch your hand to heal you?'' The paladin asks politely.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne holds out her hand, watching her carefully. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

Noting the wariness, Lightsong doesn't clasp her hand but merely rests two fingertips on the back of the merikos catfolk's hand. A pulse of gold light washes across their hands, sinking into the afflicted woman in a rush of optimistic compassion.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne's eyes drift closed, and she relaxes, then, letting the healing flow through her. "Thanks, sis," she says, ears drooping a bit as she untenses. "You saved my stripy hide. I couldn't work like that."

[Haliel Lightsong]

Sis. A thrill washes through her at the word, thoughts darting back to Marian. Bells. ''I'm glad I could help. But... who is Jay?'' Her tone hardens, just a little, at the question.