[He finds himself smiling shyly in response.] I am glad to meet you, Wanda.
[There are little lacerations and bruises everywhere, a few large scrapes from close encounters with trees, and a set of throbbing pulses along his spine where the lightning energy originally flowed into him that haven't recovered yet. Add to that the exhaustion of running and the heartache from everything else, and he feels sore all over. So it's with no real reluctance that he nods to her question.]
Yes.
[Because when everything is new to you, what isn't strange?
Still, the wounds close up and the battered flesh knits itself together again, joining comfortably with the metal in a way that flesh usually doesn't. And--he has no idea this is happening, but the hunger he was feeling before vanishes as well. To him it's just a different kind of discomfort, but perhaps in the future he'll be able to eat to heal himself.
When she finishes, he brings his hand up to cup her cheek gently. He's still exhausted, but the absence of pain is unspeakably good.] Thank you.
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[There are little lacerations and bruises everywhere, a few large scrapes from close encounters with trees, and a set of throbbing pulses along his spine where the lightning energy originally flowed into him that haven't recovered yet. Add to that the exhaustion of running and the heartache from everything else, and he feels sore all over. So it's with no real reluctance that he nods to her question.]
Yes.
[Because when everything is new to you, what isn't strange?
Still, the wounds close up and the battered flesh knits itself together again, joining comfortably with the metal in a way that flesh usually doesn't. And--he has no idea this is happening, but the hunger he was feeling before vanishes as well. To him it's just a different kind of discomfort, but perhaps in the future he'll be able to eat to heal himself.
When she finishes, he brings his hand up to cup her cheek gently. He's still exhausted, but the absence of pain is unspeakably good.] Thank you.