[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram Clinic[/color][/i]
[@Nanaya]
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It was searing.

It was refreshing.

It was [i]healing[/i].

Air hissed through Ciara's teeth as the torn page made their mark and fused with her. She could feel skin being mended along her back - blisters reducing to normal skin, gashes stitching together to become whole skin and flesh. Even her own mind was soothed from the horrors she heard in the fight against Professor Alto.

She felt… much better. To say she felt much better was an understatement. Her strength and her vitality was restored to her, and she sat more upright on the patient's table.

[b][i]"Your page as my patient will regenerate in this book twenty four hours from now - March 3rd, 1526 SR at 9:47 AM. Should you sustain injuries like this before then, I can administer basic healing magic or medicine, though it will not be as effective against more serious wounds."[/i][/b]

Ciara blinked at that before her brows delicately furrowed. That could prove problematic, seeing as her duel was set to be at 6:00 PM that evening. It seemed this was a one-time shot, and any injuries sustained after this… would be more troublesome to mend.

She would have to be careful.

Doctor Payton concluded the healing session, and Ciara stood from the patient's table. 

[b]“Thank you for seeing me so quickly, Doctor. I appreciate it.”[/b]

She took her sword in hand and excused herself from the room, and walked past the other waiting patient's and out of the clinic. Once outside, a shadow limb took the sword from her hand again, hovering just behind her as she strode forward. It didn't take long to reach the crowd gathering at the Leyline Attunement Zone, and Ciara thanked the fates she was early. She spotted Chunji in the crowd. Good, one other had made it, at least.

She moved among the crowd so she was at the front, able to easily see the pillar. The same pillar that she had seen the first day, that had called to her. Now, her curiosity would finally be sated. Now, she would finally experience proper attunement.

Ciara stood there, arms crossed, feeling slightly grimey in her bloodied and torn clothes, but knowing she didn't have the time to change. She waited patiently, eager to complete this final task so she could rest for the fated duel later that evening.