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[textsfromhotland]

[Alphys comes on the radio sounding out of breath and like she's trying extremely hard not to panic.]

Uhhh. The- the concert! S-something went wrong! Noa's really hurt, CY-Ren's gone, and I-I think she took some of us with her? I dunno who, I lost t-track of everyone... oh, jeez, and Sans went after her by himself! Uhh... what did the Ringmaster say- Nightrunners! We need the nightrunners! A-and I need a doctor! Like, r-right now? We're at the front entrance!

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[puddingemote]

Yeah.

[He plops down on the ground beside Noa, looking at her ankle. He holds his hand out over it, then runs his other hand through his hair.]

Um, so, I haven't done this on a break before. But I've been practicing.

[He still hasn't clarified that he intends to use magic to heal her leg, but he is trying to sound reassuring.]

[npcarnival]

[ When he plops down, Noa looks at him in surprise, but she nods hesitantly. Her expression's a little worried when he says he hasn't done it before, but ... ]

I ... I can't fight if I can't dance. So if you can fix it, do what you need to do.

[puddingemote]

[He himself looks surprised at that, glancing up at her.]

You dance to fight? ...Ah, no, hold on.

[He can't do this if he doesn't concentrate, so he looks back down at her ankle again. He's really curious about what she means, but he can't inquire further while he has her wounds to attend to.

He holds his hand over her ankle and concentrates all he can on it, on the feeling of fixing it and the magic sparking in his body. After a moment, a light blue light glows from his hand, and starts to wrap around her ankle, mending what's broken.

After a minute of warmth, the light fades back into his palm, and he pulls his hand back, looking from her ankle to her.]

Did it work? Does it feel okay?

[npcarnival]

[ Its a surprise, but a pleasant one. Noa tests her range of motion, flexing her ankle, then slowly nods. The swelling has even partially gone down. ]

That feels a lot better. [ Cautiously, she tests putting a little weight on it. ] It still feels a little tender, but ... not like before. Thank you.

[puddingemote]

[He smiles, glad that it worked alright and her ankle is better.]

Yeah. [He glances over her.] Anything else?

[Might as well heal anything that might be wrong now.]