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...then I'll show you. But I do feel I must warn you... they are not conventional injuries, and may be a bit shocking.

[And with this in mind, it was time to strip... in front of Mipha. Shameless as he is, he still makes some small effort to appear a bit bashful, turning his head and shifting so he might not be directly in her line of sight. First with the scarf around his neck, undoing the buttons of his undershirt... revealing a very thin physique and rather heavy-duty bandages around his arms and torso, much of which appears to be bleeding through.]

[But even those have to go, and he starts with one of his arms, unraveling the bandages and revealing skin underneath that, at a glance, will look like very severe burns. The skin is red and scabbed over in some spots, and raw and bleeding in others -- some now extending out beyond the bandages already in place.]

[For a few moments Mipha almost turns away herself to give him some privacy, but in the end it'd be a waste. She has to examine him anyhow, so she folds her hands in front of her and holds her chin up steadily.

She's not sure what to expect, but it's definitely worse than whatever she'd had in mind. Her eyes go wide and she gasps, one hand flying up to cover her mouth at the extent of the damage.] Mephisto... What in the name of Hylia caused all this...? [Mipha doesn't know what to say, expression going a little pained before she takes a breath and steadies herself.]

...I'll begin healing right away. [She steps closer, face set in an expression of grim determination to see the wounds gone, an holds her hands out as they begin to glow.]

[Her reaction is to be expected, but he still frowns at it nonetheless. He leaves just the one arm uncovered for now, since there would be little need to remove the other bandages if this didn't work.]

I'm afraid the answer to that is a long and rather complicated story. But it's--

[He cuts himself off when she begins to heal him, feeling the effects long before they become visible. She'll find these wounds more difficult to heal than the one in his head had been, as his own healing powers aren't activating to assist her in any way. But even so, her powers will be enough to slowly cause the wounds to seal up, the bleeding scabs fading away and leaving only a splash of blood atop a patch of smooth, scarred skin.]

[And Mephisto is struck speechless, eyes wide as he stares down at his healed arm. It's not like he hasn't seen wounds heal right before his eyes before, but these wounds...]

[They had tried everything to preserve their bodies -- to stop the process that caused them to slowly and painfully deteriorate until they were forced to abandon them. Not even slowing the passage of time on his own body had been efficient enough to do any more than draw out the inevitable.]

[But just like that, in an instant... he was healed.]

[He brings up his other hand and covers his eyes, bowing his head as his breath hitches in the back of his throat. His shoulders shake, and for a few moments, it might actually seem like he's starting to cry...]

[At least, until he throws back his head and laughs. Loud, almost bordering on maniacal, he's laughing so hard he's having trouble catching his breath. And even then, he only stops because the wounds on his stomach are starting to bother him.]

[His head is still tilted up towards the ceiling when he finally draws in a deep breath and sighs, muttering softly to himself.]

All those years... all those years and yet, just like that...

[And now, uh. To make sure he didn't just frighten off the one responsible before she can even finish the job. With a soft shake of his head, he turns back towards Mipha, calm once more.]

Ahah... forgive me, I believe I lost my head for a moment there. It's rather overwhelming... I truly can't begin to put into words what this means to me, to see this condition of mine disappear in the blink of an eye...

[Mipha recoils in alarm, watching Mephisto's laughing fit with wide eyes.

Briefly, i nthe abck of her mind, is a stirring of unease. A feelingt hat maybe, just maybe, she shouldn't have done this. That maybe way back on the station she never should've helped out what appeared to be a cute lost doggy to begin with.

The feeling is quickly smothered and shoved aside, however, because that's ridiculous. She shouldn't be so suspicious of anyone, especially not when there's a perfectly reasonable explanation behind it. Didn't he just say so himself? He'd had it for a long time, apparently, though she can't think of a condition that would cause one's body to break down like this.

(Not that that means anything, there's a vast majority of medical knowledge missing for her now that other worlds and ailments that might be particular only there are coming into play).]

...It's alright. I'm sure it must be quite a shock. [For her part, Mipha doesn't look at all tired or worse for wear despite the lengthy amount of healing that went into just his arm, which she looks at with a soft frown] I'm afraid I couldn't do away with scarring. I apologize, but shall I continue...?

[It's clearly not just his arm that needs this, after all.]

A little scarring is a small price to pay for a life free of pain. Please-- if you wouldn't mind.

[Honestly, he'd be more concerned if she wasn't a little disturbed by his display just now -- but he's confident in what he's been able to gleam from Mipha so far that it wouldn't be enough to deter her from helping him. Especially if he makes a point to drive home just how terrible this condition is.]

[Not that he really needs to. She can see it plain enough in front of her.]

[He'll undo the other bandages as she works (and will probably just point of the location of the injuries that go down to his legs -- hopefully she can heal him there without the need to strip down to his skivvies??), marveling each and every time he sees another patch of skin healed. The wounds along his torso are by far the worst, leaving behind some of the worst scarring -- but he certainly doesn't seem to care.]

This condition of mine... it's something my family has suffered from for generations. [He speaks softly, in stark contrast to how loud and uncontrolled he was before.] The technology of my world is well beyond that of El Nysa proper, and yet even so, we were never able to find a true cure. And though I was able to secure an assurance from the Natha that it would not progress to the point of becoming fatal, I could never have imagined that it could be reversed in such a way so easily.

[Mipha listens, quiet and attentive as she heals, kneeling on the floor by the time she gets to his legs. Despite that, she still doesn't seem very drained or tired from the effort.

When she's done she rests her hands on her knees and looks up at him quietly, smiling a little in a pleased sort of way. She's happy for him, honestly, and happier still that she was able to bring this to him in the first place.]

I wouldn't have dreamed my abilities could help that much with someone, I'm glad for you. Please don't hesitate to call on me any time you need healing or if the wounds reappear. [She rises and brushes herself off, looking down at her hands a moment.]

Where I am from... I am the only one with this ability. To use it to help others is all I truly want. [She trails off and smiles at him again] So please allow me to help you in any capacity I can.

[He stretches his arms once the healing is done, using that washcloth she gave him earlier to wipe up any residual blood left by the now-healed wounds.]

I will, my lady. Now that I've seen for myself what you can do, I can hardly believe I ever doubted you.

[An ability in which she's the only one capable of it... it truly sounds like a gift from the gods. Though he can't help but wonder what she might think if she knew she was using it to aid a demon...]

Ahah, but I do hope you'll forgive me for hoping such a need never arises. As you saw before, I do have a natural accelerated healing ability, but this condition often impeded it.

[Hence the whole walking around with his brain like half there... Honestly, he kinda questions how be was able to walk this far in the first place.]

[Mipha can't help but laugh and she shakes her head]

No, I understand. In truth I, too, hope to never have to see you in such a context again. I enjoy being able to help people, but I would rather they not need it to begin with.

[She watches him for a moment, studying him to make sure there isn't any lingering side-effects or something from having his brain shot through like that or something.] Are you feeling alright then? Is there anything else I can do for you?

You've already done more than enough... ah, but if you don't mind, I would like to take you up on your previous offer to catch a quick nap here. Even with these wounds healed, I can tell I spent a good amount of energy healing from that little head wound from before.

[Little, he says...]

This ability of mine is tied to the same magic I draw from when I transform into something else, but it's not unlimited. And though it's been a long time since I've been forced to heal from something so severe, I'm sure a quick catnap will have me feeling refreshed once more!

[LITTLE... She wants to protest, at least a little, in a sort of amused disbelief that he could write something off like that as minor. But perhaps, if his healing is as rapid and great as he implies, it is something of one to him...? At least he calls it 'severe' in the next couple lines.

Mipha chuckles softly and nods, gesturing to the bed] Please, feel free to rest as long as you like.

My offer to watch over you still remains, if you'd like to take it. [Though she might fall asleep herself or something oops.]

[It looked little okay it was a very tiny bullet!!]

[He puts on a sheepish face here, averting his eyes.]

Ah, if it isn't too much to ask... I don't know how comfortable I would be sleeping in an unfamiliar room by myself while feeling so weak.

[Oh no, naptime buddies....]

[It's not the size that counts okay it's how it's used...]

I wouldn't have offered if it was too much. [Mipha smiles gently, but she's not about to just lay in the bed with him! Think of the scandal. Though she will, at least, sit on the side of it.] I can remain until you wake up.

[ B) ]

[Hehehhehe a pretty girl to watch him sleep? This is fine. But of course, he only flashes the kindest of smiles as he lays back on the bed.]

You really are too kind, my dear...

[...]

[Okay, maybe he wasn't really lying about how tired he was, because he falls asleep almost the second his head hits the pillow.]

[At least he doesn't snore... but he might drool a little. Dem fangs and all. So classy.]

[Mipha smiles lightly and settles in, ready to meditate and let herself relax. She actually stays awake for a good 15 minutes before starting to nod off herself. Since she'd just been sitting there, she nearly topples over before sleepily rearranging herself so she can curl up at his side, taking up as little space as possible out of respect to personal space.

The Demon and the Fish Princess, coming to a fairy tale near you!

It's all fine unless he gets drool on her tbh. don't be gross mephisto]

[He won't drool on her!! But he is a pretty light sleeper, and does notice the shifting of the bed as she settles down herself. It's not until an hours passes that he finally opens his eyes, more or less rested... but then he sees Mipha sleeping next to him.]

[...]

[--HOW DID HE GET INTO THIS SITUATION?? HE HAS A ZORA PRINCESS SLEEPING NEXT TO HIM?? AND SHE'S ADORABLE WHEN SHE SLEEPS?? HECK.]

[His inner weeaboo is dying right now.]

[But ok, be cool Samael, ur a goddamn demon, u can handle this.]

[And by handle this, of course he'll just... let her keep on sleeping. Maaaaybe drape an arm over her shoulders as if he just so happened to shift in his sleep, and close his eyes without actually sleeping.]

[Honestly, he feels like he might just overdose on physical contact at this rate. He's never been one for being touchy-feely in the past, and certainly not at all in the past century or so. But somehow ever since he wound up here, he's been finding himself in situations like this more and more.]

[Honestly, maybe it wasn't so bad being stuck in this world...]

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