Lost in Transit

3

^^ Luna ^^

I woke with a start, grabbing at the person waking me up, and Johann grumbled sleepily at me, shrugging my hand off his throat once my grip had relaxed. "Dawn is here... your turn." He laid down next to the fire, groaning softly, and started snoring almost immediately.

As he had said, Dawn was slowly peeking over the horizon, and as we were so elevated, it started at the top of the mountain and slowly made its way down towards us. We had slept in shifts out in the open, as a lure for any unsavory types, while the others had slept behind the train, hidden from view.

"No sign of 'Kindle', huh? Figured as much... too nice to strangers to be genuine... but at least she didn't kill anyone in their sleep, so there's that." I checked on the sleeping pile of people, to be sure, and sighed in relief that they were all accounted for.

"I'm hurt. So very hurt." The grinning woman appeared from thin air next to me, and carefully dodged the backhanded Fist that nearly took her head off.

"Grr!!! Stop doing that you irritating little-!!!" I growled unintelligibly at her, and then took a deep breath. "Miss Kindle, I have just been abducted from my home, and traumatized with wading through the corpses of my friends, amongst other things. My nerves are far too frayed to deal with your uselessly dramatic entrances and jump-scares. Are we clear?" I frowned at her severely, hoping my point was gotten across before she gave me a heart attack... or an aneurism.

She hummed, and then nodded. "I suppose. But, I brought you a present; this is Luna, she's a healer, and she owes me a favor or two." She waved a hand, and a tall woman, -nearly the same size as me, in fact,- wearing black scaled armor that contrasted her porcelain skin and luminescent white hair, suddenly appeared next to her.

I blinked slowly, seeing the black lipstick first, then the burnished gold eyes, and the gentle smile on full lips, and then shivered. "Ah, my apologies, I didn't mean to stare... if you're a doctor, I certainly appreciate you coming all this way to help us... I am sure you're being properly rewarded for your time?" I glanced at Kindle, and she grinned.

"Yep! And the rest of the reward is yours, so if you need anything, I can handle it for you, if you like?" She held out a small sack that sounded like it was full of quarters.

I took it, and hummed at the weight. "Are you usually the fetch-quest type of gal?" I asked, keeping an eye on the tall woman as she approached my group of abductees, and kneel next to them silently. "If they wake up, they'll think they're being taken to Valhalla... what a gal..." I murmured, shaking my head to clear it.

"You know she can hear you, right?" Kindle whispered, trying to be stealthy.

"I don't ever say anything about anyone that I wouldn't have the gall to say directly to their face." I shrugged, unconcerned.

"Hm. An admirable principle, and yes, I am usually a fetch or track type of... 'gal'. That's my general specialty. Hers is just healing and killing, in equal amounts." She nodded at the death-angel, whose hands were glowing with a gentle blue light, as the broken wrist of one of the girls visibly straightened, the bones settling into place properly, though she didn't wake up from it, somehow.

"Huh... so that's magic, huh? I wonder what the trade-off is? Healing wounds like that with almost no visible effort..." I hummed, curious as always.

"It's not Healing, technically, not the way you're thinking; she's aligning the bones and making them grow a bit, so they'll heal naturally on their own; they'll still take a few weeks to heal." Kindle explained casually, leaning against her spear.

"Hmm... and the wounds? Just pressing the flesh together and making it grow a bit faster? What about more serious wounds, like a torn gut?" I asked, watching her heal Rhea's shoulder, and then begin to examine the baby.