Trust in Levi, and a belief she curses doubts aside. Could any worse happen? Surely it could, but she had made it this far. If the healer was going to change her mind, Faelene guessed she would not even have followed her this far. She would not instill hope to see it ripped. The red maned didn't believe anyone of the Throat was that cruel. Even if the image of Psyche's horn briefly flashed through her mind. That inky wisp of a mare made her eyes swift through the shadows as that Pegasus probably would have collided with ugly wounds. So calm was the painted lady, paranoia couldn't be fed to survive. That smile curves her maw, Faelene sees an understanding soul. As she draws near, inspecting, there is only the faint rise of dark sides.


Ears have not drifted from the healer, they are trained on her, curious and in want to an answer. Maybe, Faelene knows just what she means and maybe she doesn't. There was no forgetting that pale face now, and neither of the words exchanged. Simply the Unicorn nods.

The red maned has to conceal her fear. Heal with sunfire. It made perfect sense this bright creature would draw her power from the very sun, in his lands. Fire easily was a bad word to hear, it wasn't her mind instilling doubt, it was her body remembering. With explanation, and already affirmation to trust there is no going back. Instilling a clip of air she holds it, good enough indication she is as ready as she ever will be.

Light surrounds the Pegasus, and the instinct to run is put at bay. Never having been healed by the power of the sun, entranced, hypnotized she is drawn to the flames that grow, reaching out to the strands of ruined flesh. The flames surround her in a bright embrace, warmth working from the outside in. The dark lady has to shield her eyes, overwhelmed by more than light. Other healers merely altered her body not soothed her spirit. If there was an opposite feeling of hell this was it. The light started to fade, leaving her with serenity. This she thought had to do more with Onni than the sun. Did the kind hearted Pegasus know she had done so much more than fix her wounds? Silver eyes held onto the weary form now, wanting to convey anything. Run, she said, and don't look back. The red maned could not simply turn her back if nothing had happened. The dark lady did the only thing that felt right, she carefully stretched her nose to the white. That careful bump of noses. The greeting she had always given a friend, but this was a thank you, a fair well. The Unicorn did next as she was told. She broke into a run, under the fading red light out into the wilderness.

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