[Leona mumbles, to demonstrate. his words are smaller than usual, a bit sloppy, under-enunciated. but he's bothering to make more of an effort to speak at all, which means the tears in his mouth are stinging less and less.
his mood isn't terribly great what with the blot sickness and also being a general miserable bitch, but if anything Leona's content with the fact it doesn't seem he, and he hasn't heard that the others, are further spreading that blot by being treated.]
Still better'n'a firs'time.
['better', it seems, is defined by the fact he has a cup of hot coffee in his hands and is rather slowly drinking it as he saunters over to sit on the couch. he's missed his hot bean water, alright.]
Good. I mean--yeah, about the same is better than worse.
[Finn closes the door behind him as he follows Leona inside, glancing at the hot coffee--but if he has any kind of lecture he's thinking, he doesn't say it. If it sets Leona back at all...well, more practice for him in all of this healing.]
I won't make you have to talk too much to answer me. I'm sorry I'm not farther along in mastering this magic, as it is.
[He wishes he could just make Leona all better with a single wave of his wand. If not that much, at least condense these sessions into just a couple much more productive ones. As he sits down beside him and takes his wand out from a coat pocket, Finn sighs, tapping it against his leg idly.]
I can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with this kind of injury--but if you're able to drink hotter liquids, the natural healing process must not be experiencing complications, either.
[when Leona looks up from his place on the couch, though, Finn might see a bit more clearly that he's absolutely just sticking his tongue in the coffee and lapping up a little bit each time he does. he's not even trying to hide it like he should be ashamed of himself.
in all likelihood, the coffee is only going to end up half-drunk, and then the still-half-full coffee cup will be left on a table.
and then Ruggie will have to clean it up, later.
he puts his coffee cup down on the little table next to him, though, rolling his eyes and taking instead the notebook next to it and scrawling quickly in impeccable (but easily legible) script;]
Weren't you a freshman?
[the schools might not work perfectly the same, but Leona's inferring from age.]
[Oh...cute. Wait, no, he couldn't let himself get taken off guard by those catlike behaviors! This was a very strong and capable magician! Finn would totally make himself look even sillier if he was caught staring. Fortunately, Leona reaching over to write something allows him to save some face.]
Well, yes, but...I've been here for over a year now, so...even without anyone to teach me, I should've made more progress than this.
[If he had any level of natural talent, like his brother, he could get somewhere just teaching himself. But no matter how many books Finn poured through, there was just something missing. He didn't have the same kind of instincts that someone like Lance had--and Lance was also a freshman.]
I'm not satisfied staying at that level just because I'm away from home.
[Finn has a sneaking suspicion, just from how similar Leona felt to Rayne in certain ways, that "good" was much higher praise than it sounded--an appreciation, perhaps, for his determined attitude. Of course, he won't thank him in words. Rayne always said that actions were more important than words.]
Well, at least people are always getting injured, so there's always plenty of opportunity to practice.
[Finn's halfway toward lifting his wand when he realizes how that sounded.]
N-Not at least, I mean, it would be better if nobody got injured in the first place, but--nevermind.
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[Leona mumbles, to demonstrate. his words are smaller than usual, a bit sloppy, under-enunciated. but he's bothering to make more of an effort to speak at all, which means the tears in his mouth are stinging less and less.
his mood isn't terribly great what with the blot sickness and also being a general miserable bitch, but if anything Leona's content with the fact it doesn't seem he, and he hasn't heard that the others, are further spreading that blot by being treated.]
Still better'n'a firs'time.
['better', it seems, is defined by the fact he has a cup of hot coffee in his hands and is rather slowly drinking it as he saunters over to sit on the couch. he's missed his hot bean water, alright.]
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[Finn closes the door behind him as he follows Leona inside, glancing at the hot coffee--but if he has any kind of lecture he's thinking, he doesn't say it. If it sets Leona back at all...well, more practice for him in all of this healing.]
I won't make you have to talk too much to answer me. I'm sorry I'm not farther along in mastering this magic, as it is.
[He wishes he could just make Leona all better with a single wave of his wand. If not that much, at least condense these sessions into just a couple much more productive ones. As he sits down beside him and takes his wand out from a coat pocket, Finn sighs, tapping it against his leg idly.]
I can only imagine how frustrating it is to deal with this kind of injury--but if you're able to drink hotter liquids, the natural healing process must not be experiencing complications, either.
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in all likelihood, the coffee is only going to end up half-drunk, and then the still-half-full coffee cup will be left on a table.
and then Ruggie will have to clean it up, later.
he puts his coffee cup down on the little table next to him, though, rolling his eyes and taking instead the notebook next to it and scrawling quickly in impeccable (but easily legible) script;]
Weren't you a freshman?
[the schools might not work perfectly the same, but Leona's inferring from age.]
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Well, yes, but...I've been here for over a year now, so...even without anyone to teach me, I should've made more progress than this.
[If he had any level of natural talent, like his brother, he could get somewhere just teaching himself. But no matter how many books Finn poured through, there was just something missing. He didn't have the same kind of instincts that someone like Lance had--and Lance was also a freshman.]
I'm not satisfied staying at that level just because I'm away from home.
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[scrawls Leona. his pen is fast, but he doesn't make a single mistake. asshole.]
Healing magic isn't a simple task. A good healer can't be satisfied with the average.
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[Finn has a sneaking suspicion, just from how similar Leona felt to Rayne in certain ways, that "good" was much higher praise than it sounded--an appreciation, perhaps, for his determined attitude. Of course, he won't thank him in words. Rayne always said that actions were more important than words.]
Well, at least people are always getting injured, so there's always plenty of opportunity to practice.
[Finn's halfway toward lifting his wand when he realizes how that sounded.]
N-Not at least, I mean, it would be better if nobody got injured in the first place, but--nevermind.
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with a smirk, he writes;]
I'll make sure to give you more practice targets.
[see he'll beat ass Finn it's fine]