Date: 2015-04-24 11:24 pm (UTC)
constantasthenorthernstar: So my darling, I'll succumb. (I'm just too tired to fight)
[Mari cocks her head to one side, a confused look on her face.]

Um, yeah! I did hurt myself. [She pointed to the blood still dried on her palm.] That was the point of this exercise. Hurty-healy. It's what I do. [She waggles her fingers.] I can heal all wounds. But, sometimes it's weird, like.

[She wipes her hand on her trousers, and when it becomes clear that not all of the blood is coming off, she pours a little of the pink liquid on it, wipes again. She holds up both hands] Look, see, my left one doesn't have any marks on it, no lines, no fingerprints. If there are any scars of marks on a piece of my body that gets taken off, what grows back is, well, like. Like this. [She points now at the blank canvas of her left palm, the fingers on her left hand.

A pause while she considers.]
Oh right. The werewolf ripped this arm off and it grew back. Um, basically he tried to eat me this one time and I got him in the face with wolfsbane and then he got offended and started stalking me, and then he hit me in the head and my head cracked and that's how I went deaf. I didn't heal til after that so I couldn't heal my ear and hearing aids didn't exist then.

[That's a lot to say in one go. Her face going as weird and blank as one of her fingers, she sits slowly down on the ground next to her brother's chair.] There's more, but...I don't feel like telling it.
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