"A nap, some food, or I have-" He pulls up a Juicebox, letting it float out of his hand and scrunch down, restoring her energy on the spot. "I know I won't always be right there to top you up, but it's something at least. My suggestion's to see if there's juice or something you can take with you."
She nods, and stands up. "I know they have some behind the counter here, Ava showed me once..."
Going into the small refrigerator, she finds the bottle by opening the cap and sniffing, one sized for a single person's serving, and brings it back to the table. Apple, says the label.
Wayne cranes to look at it, making a small sound and nodding in his approval. He's grabbed other kinds of juice here and there just to see what might work when he needed to Deploy it, and had found that as long as it adheres to generally the same volume and composition, it works well enough as a Juice Box. Maybe the next time he would get one, it would allow someone to Deploy things the same way that he does. He'd probably have to show her how that worked too, but she got this quickly enough that he doesn't doubt she'd be able to do that too.
"Eh...good point, they might not, if it goes the same way as last time... I don't know how to determine how much capacity you have without repeatedly testing it, though. I usually have a pretty good handle on how much energy I have left, but I've been doing this for a long time now."
"Not to sound too grim, but I assume there'll be a time sooner rather than later where I'll need to help multiple people, and then we'll discover how deep the well runs."
She shrugs, tucking the bottle into her bag at her side.
"If we're lucky, I'll be able to try it more than twice. And on myself, when needed."
"Nah, not grim, just realistic." He rubs his hand over the layer of foam as it dries. Soon enough it would crack off and the flesh underneath would be healed up as if it had never been damaged.
"I think it'll be fine though, as long as you're maintaining your energy in the meanwhile. I always have something on me to make sure I don't run low, or I don't use any big Gestures that would sap my energy. Foam armor's kind of a big one but it's also like, for when you're taking big hits, or a lot of them. I think Dedusmuln learned it so they could keep us from dying as often. Maybe it'll work the same for you."
"Even outside of the excursions, people get hurt in a bad way sometimes. If that could be lessened, then I'm happy to learn the limits of this power. Say someone falls the wrong way, or accidents happen in training - it's something that can be aided."
She's definitely thinking about Darcy snapping his arm in training the other day.
"...And it's not something that'll make me want to fight any more than I already do."
"It's way better than the alternatives," he adds, knowing that some of them cared so little about themselves that they might simply ask to be killed just to skip the healing process, even with the extra consequences that have gone into effect.
He smiles faintly, and knocks the back of his hand against the table, the sound a little bit weirder than just knuckles on laminate.
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Going into the small refrigerator, she finds the bottle by opening the cap and sniffing, one sized for a single person's serving, and brings it back to the table. Apple, says the label.
"I hope they'll let me take my bag."
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"Eh...good point, they might not, if it goes the same way as last time... I don't know how to determine how much capacity you have without repeatedly testing it, though. I usually have a pretty good handle on how much energy I have left, but I've been doing this for a long time now."
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She shrugs, tucking the bottle into her bag at her side.
"If we're lucky, I'll be able to try it more than twice. And on myself, when needed."
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"I think it'll be fine though, as long as you're maintaining your energy in the meanwhile. I always have something on me to make sure I don't run low, or I don't use any big Gestures that would sap my energy. Foam armor's kind of a big one but it's also like, for when you're taking big hits, or a lot of them. I think Dedusmuln learned it so they could keep us from dying as often. Maybe it'll work the same for you."
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She's definitely thinking about Darcy snapping his arm in training the other day.
"...And it's not something that'll make me want to fight any more than I already do."
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He smiles faintly, and knocks the back of his hand against the table, the sound a little bit weirder than just knuckles on laminate.
"It's all just in case."