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"Better?" The dark healer cocked her head most quizzically.

"No-one's ever come to us healers because they feel better. That's hardly our purpose seek a remedy for." She finally responded and turned dismissively, expecting the male to leave her with that.

"Pity," The voice from the den's opening sounded. "You'd be such a natural,".

She swivelled rapidly, sending an icy glare into those pale-gold eyes. He was smiling, a sort of cocky, obnoxious smile she was certain had got him out of trouble before, after all, despite his age, it made him look younger somehow. Yet, as their eyes locked, she felt a shiver run down her spine from the look in his eyes. Eris believed she had perfected the icy glare that could send wolves running with just a look, but the Darys used it differently. Her's was sharp and aggressive, his was more lingering, lurking, like hungry beasts biding their time at the edge of the forest - only the reflection of the moon in their eyes visible in the dark.

She shifted uneasily.

"I-I've had patients come with-with stomach issues because of something they've ate. Feeling a rush of energy and stronger because of it is but a blessing, and completely natural. You body is doing what it was meant to do," Eris reiterated, watching the male cautiously.

He softened then, shifting his weight to the side and turning his eyes to the woods outside the den. Eris exhaled in relief, feeling like a daughter who had just evaded being reprimanded.

"If you say so. But do inform me if you hear of any similar reports," He then turned on his heel and sauntered off.

Out of Eris's view, Grimm furrowed his brows deeply in contemplation. Whatever he was experiencing was hardly natural, that much he knew. However, the healer had said one thing that rung true to him: His body was doing what it was meant to. He was becoming what he was meant to be. And boy, was he ready to enjoy it.

wc:338(Eris: 278 // Grimm: 60)

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I am forever torn between using lineart for BGs or not.

Grimm
Eris

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"Better?" The dark healer cocked her head most quizzically.

"No-one's ever come to us healers because they feel better. That's hardly our purpose seek a remedy for." She finally responded and turned dismissively, expecting the male to leave her with that.

"Pity," The voice from the den's opening sounded. "You'd be such a natural,".

She swivelled rapidly, sending an icy glare into those pale-gold eyes. He was smiling, a sort of cocky, obnoxious smile she was certain had got him out of trouble before, after all, despite his age, it made him look younger somehow. Yet, as their eyes locked, she felt a shiver run down her spine from the look in his eyes. Eris believed she had perfected the icy glare that could send wolves running with just a look, but the Darys used it differently. Her's was sharp and aggressive, his was more lingering, lurking, like hungry beasts biding their time at the edge of the forest - only the reflection of the moon in their eyes visible in the dark.

She shifted uneasily.

"I-I've had patients come with-with stomach issues because of something they've ate. Feeling a rush of energy and stronger because of it is but a blessing, and completely natural. You body is doing what it was meant to do," Eris reiterated, watching the male cautiously.

He softened then, shifting his weight to the side and turning his eyes to the woods outside the den. Eris exhaled in relief, feeling like a daughter who had just evaded being reprimanded.

"If you say so. But do inform me if you hear of any similar reports," He then turned on his heel and sauntered off.

Out of Eris's view, Grimm furrowed his brows deeply in contemplation. Whatever he was experiencing was hardly natural, that much he knew. However, the healer had said one thing that rung true to him: His body was doing what it was meant to. He was becoming what he was meant to be. And boy, was he ready to enjoy it.

wc:338(Eris: 278 // Grimm: 60)

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I am forever torn between using lineart for BGs or not.

Grimm
Eris