[ Nash finds Prior outside Byerly's room. He's carrying a bouquet of flowers that he frankly stole, cut with a blade that wasn't meant for weeding. ]
I thought I might find you here.
[ He's fixed his face, healed without a trace of scarring. And Nash knows, because he keeps catching himself in windows, in the pools of water left on the ground after it rains. It had taken him a few days to save up the magic for it, especially with all the other healing that was more pressing than fixing the scarlet twist on his left cheek. People had stared, even as he worked their wounds closed, stared and weighted him down with the staring. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he was glad to be rid of it.
But, even in his world, there were some scars that couldn't be spelled away. ]
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I thought I might find you here.
[ He's fixed his face, healed without a trace of scarring. And Nash knows, because he keeps catching himself in windows, in the pools of water left on the ground after it rains. It had taken him a few days to save up the magic for it, especially with all the other healing that was more pressing than fixing the scarlet twist on his left cheek. People had stared, even as he worked their wounds closed, stared and weighted him down with the staring. It was an unfamiliar feeling, and he was glad to be rid of it.
But, even in his world, there were some scars that couldn't be spelled away. ]