[ Joshua very gently brings his hand closer to cup his arm as Dion twists his arm towards him. He brings his other hand over to carefully push back his sleeve just a little, light blue eyes taking a look at it up close now.
He remembers these very same bandages from when he'd first seen Dion near Ark, when he'd first asked him to hear his tale of Ultima. And though to others, they may seem as mere battle wounds (which... in truth, they are), Dion never needed to say what they were for, because Joshua knew immediately what laid underneath. Because it's a curse that they both share, a toll they both must pay as Dominants. And a price he's probably had to pay yet again because of the events at Twinside, along with the rest of his injuries.
His frown deepens. ] The Crystal's Curse has taken much... But though there may be little that can be done, there is something I can still yet do...
[ He closes his eyes and brings his left hand up to his chest, over his heart in a loose fist, holding Dion's arm in his right. Then he takes a slow, deep breath, allowing his lungs, his chest, his hands, his body to fill with the Phoenix's flames. A small flame bursts to life on the back of his hand and he brings his hand back down to hover over Dion's arm, exhales slowly, steadily, and spreads his fingers to allow the fiery healing magic to flow from him to Dion.
It's a warmth, like a gentle, soothing fire, like standing close to a hearth in the comfort of one's home. He of course can't heal the curse, nor can he fully heal his injuries as he is, but he can still heal some of it, ease away some of the pain and weariness from it all, especially having pushed himself coming out here when his body was far from ready for something like this.
Clive and Tarja would both kill him if they saw him using his magic to heal anyone, Dion or otherwise, but if this small thing is something he can do for him, then he will. Because Dion has suffered enough, and he won't wait until they get back to see him at ease, even just a little bit. ]
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He remembers these very same bandages from when he'd first seen Dion near Ark, when he'd first asked him to hear his tale of Ultima. And though to others, they may seem as mere battle wounds (which... in truth, they are), Dion never needed to say what they were for, because Joshua knew immediately what laid underneath. Because it's a curse that they both share, a toll they both must pay as Dominants. And a price he's probably had to pay yet again because of the events at Twinside, along with the rest of his injuries.
His frown deepens. ] The Crystal's Curse has taken much... But though there may be little that can be done, there is something I can still yet do...
[ He closes his eyes and brings his left hand up to his chest, over his heart in a loose fist, holding Dion's arm in his right. Then he takes a slow, deep breath, allowing his lungs, his chest, his hands, his body to fill with the Phoenix's flames. A small flame bursts to life on the back of his hand and he brings his hand back down to hover over Dion's arm, exhales slowly, steadily, and spreads his fingers to allow the fiery healing magic to flow from him to Dion.
It's a warmth, like a gentle, soothing fire, like standing close to a hearth in the comfort of one's home. He of course can't heal the curse, nor can he fully heal his injuries as he is, but he can still heal some of it, ease away some of the pain and weariness from it all, especially having pushed himself coming out here when his body was far from ready for something like this.
Clive and Tarja would both kill him if they saw him using his magic to heal anyone, Dion or otherwise, but if this small thing is something he can do for him, then he will. Because Dion has suffered enough, and he won't wait until they get back to see him at ease, even just a little bit. ]