[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Nora Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/54652ed085c6eb8fafa6ebd3fa2a48bb/tumblr_o7lty1TecE1rfd7lko1_400.gif[/img][hr][color=00ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha[/center][hr][hr]To say that Nora felt a bit apprehensive about whatever method of healing Neema was proposing would be an understatement. She had spent most of her life shoving aside what she deemed to be nonsensical--stories of faith healing, of magic, of illusions that were reality. And from the context Neema provided, this method of healing would be something similar. Yet at the same time, compared to a doctor who used opiates to heal wounds, and the magical event of her wounding, what harm could come from it that had not already happened? 

Additionally, Neema's confidence and strength exceeded Nora's ability or desire to resist. Nodding, Nora extended her wounded hand to the woman, allowing her to examine the bandaged appendage. [color=00ccff]"It's a simple brand,"[/color] Nora explained, as she delicately removed the bandages and exposed the wound. [color=00ccff]"I...I must confess I do not understand the circumstances by which it appeared."[/color]

Perhaps speaking with Neema would have been a better choice than visiting the museum, Nora hoped. The woman did seem to be knowledgeable, and the thought that perhaps she knew the cause of the brand crossed Nora's mind.