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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Labyrinth -> Argo III Infirmary
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Perception, Musical Mystiokinesis, Guitar, Singing[/center][hr][hr]
	Waverley's song was interrupted with a soft twang of her guitar strings as the flaming giant struck her, the flames she'd covered him with decorating her arms with an array of bright red burns. She let out a hiss, patting out the flames that had begun to spread across her jacket sleeves, before reaching her hands down to play again. Before she could, though, she was silenced by the screams of young Sean. Her eyes went wide, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. She hadn't ever seen someone burn to death. The agonizing screams filled her ears, and the smell of burning hair filled her nostrils. 

	It was only when she felt Em's hand wrap around her seared arm that she was pulled back to reality, letting out a soft hiss of pain. She scrambled behind her friend as she pulled the both of them through the Labyrinth exit that'd been opened for them by Ariadne. She ran through the carnage left over by the battle, running towards some sort of massive airship. The scene of Sean kept replaying in her head, burned into her memory. It was the first death she'd seen since joining the Legion. It was far more violent than any deaths she'd seen in her travels. And to such a young boy. It made her nauseous. But as they climbed aboard the ship, Waves caught sight of the vast array of injured soldiers being loaded onto the ship, seemingly outnumbering those who were helping them board. She forced the recent memory back into the depths of her mind, and turned to look at Em, slipping her arm out of the girl's grasp.

	[color=A020F0]"It's...it's fine. J-just some burns. I'm gonna go help with the injured, you keep an eye out for Marco. I'll come find you later,"[/color] Waverley quickly said, giving Emily's hand a tender squeeze, before slipping past away past Niah and towards the line of injured folks being lead into the ship. She joined the line, grabbing hold of the first soldier in need of aid that she could find and wordlessly following the other medic-types towards the infirmary. Upon entering, she couldn't help but flinch a little. It was filled to the brim with folks who seemed to have one foot in the grave. Some familiar Romans, some not. Her eyes, though, quickly fell on a familiar face that wasn't a Roman.

	[color=A020F0]"Shit, maze guy!"[/color] Waverley exclaimed quickly stepping up beside Demi, who seemed to be accompanied by a young ginger woman. Waverley didn't seem to pay any attention to her, her eyes immediately darting down to see if the boy was in danger of death. That likely would've been more than she could handle. Luckily, she saw no fatal injuries. [color=A020F0]"You're-you're gonna be fine...do you mind if I-"[/color] she didn't finish her question, instead simply plopping down at the end of his bed. She sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she leaned back, closing her eyes. She was quiet for a short while, letting herself breathe. She'd, of course, come to the infirmary with the intention of doing some healing. All the way, she'd been thinking about what grandiose post-battle hymn she could sing to heal her people, what would be appropriate, but as she shifted her guitar to rest in her lap, she found none of them wanted to be sung. Instead, it was something [url= https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeyGsjAh/]simpler, lighter, more hopeful[/url] that found itself pooling into her fingertips and wetting her tongue.  

[center][i][color=A020F0]"Someday in the future not too very far away
I know that things will change
No one ever thinks it will occur
By the time they do it's already okay

There will be many kinds of trees
There will be plenty of bees
All of the movies will be free to watch
We'll sit with the bunnies
in our gardens drinking honeysuckle lavender butterscotch

And we'll be out there somewhere out where we can see the sky
I'll fall on my back in the snow 
And that's how you'll know 
It's not just behind my eyes
Anymore
Anymore"[/color][/i][/center]

	As she melodically promised futures to the wounded soldiers, she could feel her magic dripping from the strings of her guitar, branching through the air and finding purchase on those closest to crossing into the Underworld, dripping onto their injuries and weaving the pierced skin and damaged organs back together, just enough to insure that those touched by her magic wouldn't perish. She managed to get a decent number away from the brink of death as she plucked her strings and sang to them.