This isn't what he was expecting at all. He'd been expecting physical wounds or someone too wounded to return home. Something urgent that required his healing services but, to be fair, he wasn't used to anyone shouting his name. Resplendence was always the first they went to, the first they called. Perhaps things have changed since his attempt to eradicate the foreign diseases but the truth is, it just didn't matter. Why he is being summoned instead of one of the other healers is of little consequence. The simple act of being called for is all it takes to pull him away from any and all previous activities. Each and every one of his senses immediately shifts to searching for Kaj. Based on shout alone, the healer would never find him - the voice had been loud enough and at just the right location that he could only marginally narrow down the Czar's position. He finds him through sight first but as soon as his hooves touch ground, Miykael's gaze focuses entirely on examining him - like a doctor searching for the source of a patient's distress.
He is nothing short of puzzled when he finds no obvious signs of significant physical trauma. From all the fuss he almost expected to see heavy bleeding or broken bones. Instead, the Czar moves almost clumsily - likely a side effect of barreling through the trees to land nearest to Miykael. The injury itself doesn't appear to need immediate medical treatment so he holds back, his blue orbs shifting to Kaj's face - curious yet concerned.
Yet as the Czar begins to speak, his curiosity wanes and he can feel his heart sinking in his chest. Miykael had only mentioned that particular magic once (and he almost hadn't, even then). He had been relieved when no one took him up on it, so much so he almost forgot he'd mentioned it in the first place. Perhaps, he thought, it was simply his imagination; that he hadn't really divulged his ability to block memories. But as Kaj speaks, the memories slam home, leaving his soul to cringe. The magic had worked out so well for Aly, after all. It worked so well that mere words had been able to tear down the walls he'd built (walls that had been up for years, mind you). He hesitates, even as Kaj pauses. His lips seemingly frozen, preventing him from responding so the healer merely nods his affirmation. The magic stills exists, still flows through his veins though he is quite hesitant to use it.
And then, just as he allowed himself to hope, the words he least wanted to hear fall from the Czar's lips. 'I need you to do that for me.' he's saying but they almost don't register with him. Suddenly his ears are buzzing, shifting the man's words from clear to mumbled. "I..." he murmurs as Kaj falls silent, his own shock at the request left unhidden upon his face as his heart throbs uncomfortably within his chest. He is silent for a moment, blue gaze holding steady on Kaj's face but not truly seeing the stallion. Everything seems to go unregistered, until the stallion forcefully shakes his head; successfully pulling him out of his own shocked stupor. "Of course I trust you, Kaj, but are you certain?" His concern is far from baseless - the reversal had all but destroyed Alysanne - but Kaj isn't the painted mare. Kaj is the one making the request. 'Please,' the Czar begs, and in an instant Miykael's resolve falters. "We can take this slow... one memory at a time." he responds softly, gently with a faint reassuring smile curving his lips. "Show me." he says more firmly, though his voice still holds his typical gentleness. After a moment, he steps closer and closes his eyes. In an instant, Miykael is reaching for the Czar's mind - hoping against all hope that this wouldn't all end in disaster.
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before? |
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