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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] Argo III Infirmary
[color=A020F0][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Musical Mystiokinesis, Guitar[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=A020F0]"Wait what?"[/color] Waverley said, the strings of her guitar twanging to a stop, her head popping up to look over towards ginger, just as the words, 'lovebirds' escaped her lips. She twisted her head to look back at the injured boy, quickly saying, [color=A020F0]"That's not - I'm a lesb-"[/color] she began to say, but was suddenly interrupted by a young boy running up to the bedside of the maze guy, shoving a strange item into his hands. Part of her wanted to ask what it was, but the pained groans of those around her made her quickly realize that she'd best get back to work healing.

	Her fingers began moving once more, plucking the strings one by one as she strenuously funneled the remnants of her magic into it, letting it thread throughout the room and sooth the wounds most fatal. She leaned back, her back resting against the legs of the maze guy, which seemed to be...shrinking? She didn't dwell on this thought, as her mind was quickly spurred by her music onto a soft path of ponderings. She knew she had to go. She'd given this place more than she'd given any place before, and they'd left her to die. She couldn't devote her everything to something that wouldn't devote its everything to her. It wasn't right. And it wasn't within her nature. So it was then, as music filled her ears, that she knew exactly what she had to do: as soon as they touched down, and she healed everyone she could, she'd go. This wasn't the life for her. The open road was calling her once more. And maybe, just maybe, she might one day look back at her time in New Rome. With that thought, she looked over to the trembling, young Demi, and smiled.