Jareth had his own method of distracting himself, and calculating the motion of a double pendulum sufficiently occupied his attention that he didn't notice the breathtaking view until the bite of the needle broke his concentration.  After, there was room for very little additional thought, save for the knowledge that he really, /really/ ought to look away but couldn't quite manage to do so.  By the time Lya finished he was as red as a beet, and immediately stared at his shoes when she moved away.

Amuné, by contrast, held herself still and acted as if she didn't even feel it.  She'd learned to distance herself from pain, and something so small was hardly enough to be felt in the first place.  Still, her heartbeat spiked as the needle pierced her skin.  She was not frightened of needles, or rather not this one.  It was the other ones, filling her blood with things that made her burn, or coating her mind in darkness.  The ones that kept her alive when living was a burden, and the ones that had brought death to others.  All of them gleamed in the short length of sharp metal, and when Lya was finished the Seer let out a breath slightly longer than the other ones.

They were given a clean bill of health moments later.  When asked if she wished to see her room, Amuné nodded, and Jareth agreed as well.  "Won't bother you lot for more than a couple days, though," he added.  "I've got class on Monday -- and Tuesday's a lab, so if I'm not back by that afternoon for sure I'll be in trouble."  The girl beside him didn't even roll her eyes at his carelessness for coming without making sure he'd be back in time.  Instead, she was watching Lya.  "What is Tsitua to you?" she asked suddenly.  "What do you think of him?  What kind of a person is he?"

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