2129/The Healing Touch ft. Kyra and Eleanor

The Healing Touch ft. Kyra and Eleanor
Date of Scene:	30 April 2015
Location:	Estate Lamb
Synopsis:	Kyra applies healing magic to Miss Lamb, and gets to meet the Sisters.
Cast of Characters:	40, 626

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Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    The large house is quiet, save for the pitter patter of the Sisters as they bustle around getting ready for bedtimes. Nightshirts and hot cocoa and whining about bed and all that. Eleanor is here, looking slightly haggard and bandaged up, but there's a smile in her eyes. "Okay girls, I've got a friend coming over, and she's here to take a look at me, so I need to all to be good and be quiet and go to bed, okay?"
    The oldest, a brunette, giggles. "A booooy-friend?"
    Elle's hands plant on her hips. "No, she's not a girlfriend either, Cassie. Now get up to bed."
    General grumbling, and then Eleanor sighs, and colapses into a couch as everyone exunts.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Kyra had heeded the earlier warnings about the large man in the diving suit. She severely underestimated his largeness though! She had hoped he was sleeping but as she drew closer, Hank grew more active and Kyra had to submit herself to a patient inspection.

    Once she's successfully navigated past the Big Daddy, Kyra knocks on the door, nosily leaning against it to listen to what's going on inside. All she can really get muffled voices from Eleanor, though. "Hey! I'm here!"

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    And it's one of the sisters, a little redhead, who opens up the door. She squeaks and salutes Kyra. She's gotta be 5 or something. "Haallloo. Ellie's on the couch, she said you should come in."

    And then she's yelling. "ELLIE ITS YOUR GIRLFRIEND I TOLD HER TO COME IN." She smiles and hugs Kyra and rushes back towards the bedrooms.

    There is a sigh from the parlor. A long suffering sigh. A Mom sigh.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "...oh. Hiya." Kyra looks down at the Little Sister. Since this one is a redhead, she could easily blend in to the Hyral family, given the chance. "Is she? Cool, lemme in and I'll go see her-gak!" SURPRISE HUGS?! "Hey Elle we need to talk about the girlfriend thing!" Kyra calls out as she walks into the house. She doesn't finish until she strides in to the parlor. "My boyfriend prefers monogamy so I can't date him and you at the same time, I'm afraid." she teases mischeviously.

    Kyra looks for a good place to sit that isn't the couch that Elle is on. "So! How are you feeling and how do you recover?"

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor looks a mess. She's in a tank top and sweatpants for apparently easy access to her busted parts, a sports bra keeping her honest. There's a bandage over one of her eyes, the gauze slightly damp with some sort of fluid. One of her arms is hanging slightly less active at her side.

    But she's smiling. "Hi. No no no, it's okay, I'll... Hnnn, hond on, you want some tea?"
    She starts to get up.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "Oh yikes, you look like hell." comes Kyra's immediate reaction when she sees Eleanor. "Was it that recovery mission everyone was talking about vaguely earlier?" She's curious, no doubt, and would LOVE to hear the details but it wasn't something she was going to actively pump her patient for. "Nah, it's alright, you don't need to get me anything. Just sit back down."

    In fact, Kyra will even move to physically block her from the kitchen or wherever she seems to be going for tea.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor... slumps back down, looking slightly relieved. "Ah, that's... alright , ican stay sitting, yes that's... that's a thing." She slumps her shoulders and rolls her neck, a few pops coming out.
    "And I looked worse yesterday. Ah... Nathan attempted to melt me with magic, or at least peel me to death. Just killed me a little bit, but I recovered."
    She groans and adjusts her lower back. "I'll just need time and more blood and... and food."
    She waves the doctor over. "Do your usual routine and we'll go from there."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Now that she's close, Kyra does take to examining Eleanor a little to get a sense of her various injuries. She knows how to at least do this due to her learnings. "Looked worse? Is this before or after emergency healings?" Kyra asks before pausing, "Nathan did...what?" Oh dear. Maybe that's why Psyber was being so hush hush about this thing. The General going nuts? Yeah.

    "Food, huh. And blood? Is that part of your usual healing routine? I can do a bit of healing which will close up open wounds." As if to demonstrate, she lifts a hand, which is already glowing white, "..after that I'd probably give you some painkillers and tell you to recover." Kyra admits.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    "Really the worst part is..." She sighs and peels at the bandage over her eye. It comes off, and... There's an eye in there, cloudy and bloody, the skin around the socket bruised and raw and fresh.
    A sheepish look. "I... this will patch itself up at least, given time. I've just been having to appy ADAM to the site. Ah..." She purses her lips. "It's a chemical we... I mean, we, the Sisters, produce thanks to a symbiotic parasite inside us. Stimulates stem cells to regrow."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Incidentally, that could also explain why Nathan sounds so weird right now, which Kyra has noticed as he talks on the radio. Her line of questioning is distracted as Elle peels away the eye bandage and she looks at the eye. "...oh, oh shit, can you even see out of that?" she asks, a little startled until Eleanor says it can heal from that state. "Oh yeah! The ADAM stuff. So..."

    She leans in, doubly curious now. "So you can /completely regrow anything/ with your own stem cells!?" She puts her hands by her head and makes little explosion noises and hand signs. "Peeeeew. /Wow/. That's like the holy grail of natural healing. Can you regenerate nerve damage too?"

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor's eyes focus a little bit, and she carefully holds out her hand, letting the surface start to sparkle and fizzle to life. A tiny little fire engulfs her fingertips, cripsing at her skin, burning at it... but not burning it up.

    "Yes. Well, the Sisters can. Normal people only get a shot of the stuff to change their... well. That's a longer story. But yes, that's something I can do."

    The fire goes out and Elle's pinkened finger starts to turn the normal color of flesh again. Even got her fingerprints. The eye, however, twitches as the healing in the rest of her body cuts off for that breif time. "Hnnnggff. Just, right now I'm awfully low on the reserves."

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    This isn't the first time Kyra's seen Elle set herself on fire. Before she hadn't noticed that the skin really was crisping and burning it, just not to the point as to which Kyra is familiar with when treating burns. "Normal people have their own for a little while but then they all become specalized cells." Kyra continues, misinterpreting what Elle is getting at entirely.

    "Here." Kyra lifts her glowing hand again and passes it over the injured eye. The usual healing that Eleanor would be greatly speeded up if the magic actually worked on her. At least, on Kyra's end, her magic is working correctly.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    And then... Eleanor twitches. The other eye blinks rapidly, and she clicks her teeth together in surprise. There's a dull noise in the battered socket as... a bone sets. Snap. And then the always unnerving shifting of flesh back into its correct space, the restoration of nerves, of skin, of all the bits that make your bits yours and...

    Eleanor's teeth chatter as she tries to hold very still.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    Odds are, though, Eleanor is still going to feel a lot more exhausted after the healing either way, even if the majority of the action was done due to expended magic particles. It only takes her about a minute to finish casting cure and she's quick to inspect. Slowly, she nods. "What does it take for you to produce more ADAM, Eleanor?"

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Hnnnnngf. Eleanor's face tightens up into a little pained ball as that hand comes away. The skin... the eye, it's nearly perfect, the irises still blown out wide and dialated, the sclera still a little mily, but otherwise she's... operation. Elle starts winking to try and clear some of that up. "Hnnn. Food, but the best for the Slug inside me is blood. Stong blood is better, the blood of people who spliced up is the best." 'Best' still doesn't sound that hot as she leans down that list.

Kyra Hyral (626) has posed:
    "...hmmm." Kyra can make food but odds are it'll make Eleanor ill again. Severely ill. "So if I donated some blood to you, it'd help, right? I don't think I have been spliced up in the way you put it." She assumes, based on the phrasing, that it means some kind of advanced genetic therapy. Or maybe even via consuming the stem cells produced by the little sisters. "But if you got something in your kitchen I can grab for you, that'd work too, right?"

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Elle laughs. "A-as I said, there's tea and there's some cold noodles in there from tonight's dinner which I didn't eat." A little huff of breath, and she leans into the couch."