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He shifted his gaze from Kusuriyuri to Vanyel, reluctantly slipping his hand free. He squared his shoulders, and turned to lay on the bed.

"I'll go first, Van," he murmured so (presumably) only Vanyel could hear him. "If he makes any mistakes with me he won't make them with you."

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Vanyel took a deep breath, and leaned over to kiss Tylendel lightly on the lips. "Love you," he said quietly, and walked away. On his way to the corner, he grabbed a chair, dragging it with him, before taking a seat in the appointed corner, and watching carefully. His hands were running up and down his legs rather rapidly.

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When Vanyel sat in his chair, Kusuriyuri moved closer to the bed. He places his hands over Tylendel, one over his head and one over his chest. He uses a light reiki touch, just enough for him to read the flow of energy through Tylendel, but not enough to change anything. He frowns slightly in concentration at what he finds. Tangles, snarls, outright wounds in the channels. A had not been this damaged.

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The metallic heat... it was uncomfortable. Healing Did Not feel like this. Healing was like being submerged in warm water, a gentle touch of a friend. Not like this.

He tensed, every muscle in his body growing rigid as Kusuriyuri imposed his energy upon him. It was not horrible, not completely, but it was not welcome.

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Vanyel tensed up, watching Tylendel. He was fighting every urge he had to go over to him, to help.

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Kusuriyuri withdraws his energy. "Are you in pain?" he asks softly as he moves to his case. While waiting for an answer, he takes a piece of paper and beings writing symbols and characters on it, ones that should properly block those channels that need to be blocked.

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"No," he ground out, keeping quite still, watching Kusuriyuri write with rapt and suspicious attention. Not that he could read what was on the wards, but it made him feel bette that he was watching for trouble.
"Just unused to the feeling."

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"Is that so?" he asks softly, finishing the last character. While waiting for the ink to dry, he looks up. "If desired, I can leave some medicine for headache, should you need it."

His eyes return to the paper and it is dry. He stands and hands it to Tylendel. "It should feel as if there is a wall, but not painful. If it is painful, it will need to be revised." He watches, both physically and energetically, to see if there is something he missed.

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He recalled Vanyel telling him that someone named "Snape" had already provided medicines, so he shook his head, taking the piece of paper.

"That shouldn't be necessary- Oh!" He blinked, surprise mingled with fear as he felt shields go up around him instantly, silencing the static tow of unease and unhappiness that had plagued him since his memories returned.

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"You ok?" he asked, nervously. He watched Tylendel carefully, for any sign of something wrong.

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"I'm...fine," he said, giving Kusuriyuri an uneasy look. He bowed his head, grudgingly grumbling out a thank-you.

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Kusuriyuri nods. "If it becomes uncomfortable, it can be rewritten. It will work for now, until you are more recovered."

He concentrates a moment and a stack of the same ward appear in his hand. He hands them to Tylendel. "As you see fit to use them."

He gestures for Vanyel and Tylendel to trade places.

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Vanyel got up from the chair nervously, and went to sit down next to Tylendel, wrapping himself around him again. "You're sure you're ok?" he asked.

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"I promise," he said, kissing Vanyel's cheek. "It was just a little surprising."

And, though he wouldn't outright admit it yet, he was starting to feel much better.

"You will be fine as well," was his assurance. He stood with a nod to Kusuriyuri and took his place at the chair, watching intently.

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He nodded, still worried about the whole thing, and stretched out on the bed, his hands clasped across his chest. "Ok," he said softly. "I guess I'm ready."

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Kusuriyuri repeats his actions over Vanyel, examining his energy, but not close enough to change anything. He frowned slightly. So much damage. What had been going on? And, Vanyel was tense, closed against him, as well, making the reading take longer than it had with Tylendel.

With the frown still on his lips, he returned to his paper and pen to write up the ward without a word.

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He made a few small noises, and tensed up as the energy passed across him. Vanyel was more and more scared by this. It felt almost like the beginning of when the everything went wrong, so he was tensed against the pain he expected.

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Kusuriyuri added kanji for healing to the ward he was constructing. He rose and handed it to Vanyel. "Here," he murmured, watching the boy carefully, only passively noting his energy. He had been aware that the examination had hurt him.

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He took the paper, his hands shaking slightly. "Thanks," he said softly. "That just, it reminded me of things."

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Kusuriyuri bowed slightly. "It was not my intention to cause harm. It was needed to read the flow of energy through your body. I am sorry it caused you distress."

When he straightened, he examined Vanyel visually. "There should be no pain from the ward. If there is, I will need to rewrite it."

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He nodded. "Thanks. I think some things just need to heal the hard way. Between you and Professor Snape, I think I've gotten a good start. I'm not trying to ignore constant pain anymore," he said shyly.

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Tylendel stood abruptly then, coming to stand next to Vanyel. He leveled a look at Kusuriyuri, and took Vanyel's hand.
"Thank you for all your help," he said in courtly fashion, "It is much appreciated. If you are done, then?"

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