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- “Of course, Grandfather,” A voice replied as a boy about my age moved through the crowd. His hair was black but for a pinkish looking streak on the left side. Wearing a green and black tailcoat, he gave me a nod and I moved to his side.
- The Flowers Blossom, the Fallen Wither
- LV38
- Lie Ren
- “This way, please,” He said, gesturing in the direction I already knew to go. “Your father said your name was Jaune, right?”
- “Yeah,” I answered, Observing him for a moment. “And you’re Ren? One sec.”
- I put a hand on his shoulder and quickly healed the minor damage I saw in his profile. He glanced at me sharply before flexing his fully healed arm.
- “Impressive,” He said. “I’ve never seen a healer before. My mother used to speak of them, but…”
- He trailed off and fell silent, but I chose not to pry.
- “Did you get hurt in the fighting?” I asked, changing the topic.
- “Yes,” He said. “It was just a glancing blow, but I was still careless to get hit.”
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