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[attr=class,bulk] Dion looked infinitely better after a drink of water. His amber eyes were much more coherent as they took in his surroundings, though Yuna did notice that he frowned slightly as he looked her over. Perhaps she wasn’t quite what he had been expecting. She knew that she seemed young to most people outside of Spira, but Yuna was quite familiar with shouldering heavy responsibility and the weight of expectations. She always tried not to let people’s disappointment of her age bother her though, so she did her best to stand up straighter instead. Maybe she could earn his respect anyway before this was over.
Dion said that it wouldn’t be necessary to report anything to the authorities, and Yuna looked him over carefully as he let his head fall to the side. She knew that look quite well. There was plenty there that he wasn’t saying, but she didn’t blame him for not wanting to tell her. They were very nearly strangers after all. “Of course. It’s your decision.” That was assuming that the men who had brought him in their cart hadn’t already reported it, but Yuna herself would defer to Dion if they hadn’t.
After a moment, he asked her a slow question that Yuna didn’t quite understand. Why would she do this? He must have meant why she was healing him, but that was a foreign concept to the summoner. He might as well have asked her why she breathed or why the ocean was blue. “How could I turn away someone in need?” She asked simply, but that didn’t seem to be quite enough. With a faint smile, she gave him a more proper answer on her way to the supply cabinet. This would be a good time to line up some ethers while he was feeling talkative. “Back home, it was always my duty to perform the sending for the dead. It was important, but now that I’m here…I’d prefer to help people while they’re still alive. I guess I want to give everyone a future instead of looking at their past, if that makes sense.”
Yuna gave a critical eye towards his injuries before retrieving three ethers and bringing them back over to his bedside. That should be enough to keep her going for a long time. Or her magic, at any rate. She might also need to brew some coffee once his ribs were mended.
Dion ordered her to use no more of her magic than necessary, and Yuna blinked a bit in confusion at the strange request. He didn’t wish her harm? That was sweet of him, but she didn’t quite see the connection between those two thoughts. “Are you some sort of leader?” Yuna asked with a faint smile. He spoke a bit like a maester, but he might not appreciate that comparison if he knew anything about Spira. “And thank you, really. But I’ll be alright. The higher-level spells can be a little draining, but I have plenty of ethers. That’s what your bills are for after all.” The last sentence had been a joke, but immediately after she said it, she recalled that he’d been found with nothing but the armor on his back and the strange lance currently propped against the doorframe. “Ah…I’m sorry, I was kidding. Please don’t worry about that now. I only charge what people can afford. And if that’s nothing, then it’s nothing. Just focus on healing for the next few days, okay?”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna didn’t often attend funerals in Provo unless she knew someone personally. It was funny really—back on Spira she’d dealt so often with the dead as it was a summoner’s duty to send the souls of the departed to the Farplane. But here it was different. As far as she could tell, there was no physical Farplane on Zephon, and the souls of the dead certainly didn’t turn into fiends. There were still a few uses for her sending ritual such as dealing with the ghosts of the Headstone Forest, but when it came to the recently deceased, performing a sending just wasn’t as necessary as it had been on Spira. It was an odd feeling. Maybe that was why she advertised her white mage skills and chose to leave her work with the dead mostly in the past.
Still, Yuna felt compelled to attend the funeral today that was happening for two young girls. She was supposed to have healed them—or at least, the witnesses had come to hire her for that purpose after the poor teenagers had been attacked in the fields. By the time they had arrived though, it had already been too late. Yuna’s heart ached for the families, so she resolved to attend the funeral and sit respectfully in the back. She didn’t want to get in the way after all.
Yuna wasn’t familiar with the priest who walked in to perform the last rites. He was a young man with dark hair, and he wore a nice suit like the other priests in Provo would. Curiously though, he had a large cross-shaped object draped over his back that was covered in some kind of cloth. Yuna let her eyes linger on it as he set it down. Maybe it was some kind of weapon? It would certainly hurt to be bludgeoned with it, but that seemed out of character for someone who worked in a church. Maybe he traveled around and needed something for protection though.
The man’s service was brief, but it was moving, and Yuna hoped that it brought comfort to their families as they stepped forward to lay flowers on the caskets. The summoner herself stayed in her seat to pay her respects, and that was the only reason that she overheard the conversation between the high priest of the temple and the man who had given the service as he made his way towards the exit. He didn’t seem to be in the mood for any kind of small talk as he immediately asked for his fee. He seemed pretty dissatisfied with the amount that he’d been paid too, which seemed at odds with the religious service he’d just given.
Yuna frowned as she watched the man exit the church. After a moment’s pause, she slipped out of the pew and followed him out onto the front steps. He was lighting something that she’d seen other people smoke here. Cigarettes hadn’t really existed on Spira, so Yuna herself wasn’t too fond of the acrid smoke, but she just did her best to stand upwind from where the smell was drifting.
“...You know, they say funerals here are more for the living than the dead.” Yuna broached as she settled against the railing. “But that wasn’t the case where I’m from. The dead needed guidance. It makes me wonder if they do here too.” Smiling faintly, she looked over at him, her eyes lingering a bit on his large cross again. “I’m Yuna by the way. I used to do something similar back home.”
[attr=class,bulk] The injured man struggled with his words, but he did manage to tell her his name. Dion. It was a nice name too, but just the effort of speaking it sent the poor guy into a coughing fit. Yuna winced a bit at how rough his voice sounded too. “Here. You need water.” Thank Yevon she had restocked the room after she had closed for the evening. There was a clean glass by the sink, so she filled it up partway before returning to his bedside. Before she could ask if he minded her help though, Dion had risked asking her another question. He wanted to know where he was, which was completely fair when he had only just woken up.
“You’re in Provo. This is an outpost of the Dragonblades guild that we run as a healing clinic. You’re in good hands, don’t worry. I’ll have you walking again soon.” Privately she thought that she might have to stay up all night to accomplish that small miracle, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to take. Far better than making him heal naturally. If wounds like that even could be healed naturally. Yuna thought it was a promising sign that he was at least awake and semi-coherent though. Dion was certainly tough. If he kept that up then he’d be alright.
“This will be a little tricky,” she warned him as she remembered the water. A small drink would probably do wonders for his throat before she got back to work on him. “Let me do the heavy lifting for you. Do not try to sit up. I haven’t healed your ribs enough for that yet.” She gave him her best stern look on the last command. Men in particular tended to try too much too soon.
With the careful practice of someone who had done this a few too many times, Yuna gently lifted just his head and balanced it on her arm as she brought the glass up to his lips and let him drink a little. It reminded her of tending the injured at the Djose Temple after the disastrous crusader attack on Sin. She’d sent so many to the Farplane that day…
After she’d carefully set him back down and placed the glass off to the side, Yuna hesitated for just a moment before letting Dion know of a certain ground rule she liked to follow here. “You don’t have to tell me what happened to you, by the way. Especially not now. But if someone did this to you…I’m happy to help you report it. Just let me know what you want to do when you’re feeling better, okay?”
[attr=class,bulk] In response to her story, Monori added that breaking traditions could be fun, which made Yuna laugh. “You know, I think you’re right. It was scary to go against the church, but I can’t say it wasn’t a little satisfying.” Once upon a time that would have been a scandalous thing to say in Spira, but the summoner liked to think that the world would change going forward. Even if she wasn’t currently there to see it into the future. She trusted the people that she had left behind. They’d ensure that Spira never slipped back into the old ways where Yevon had held it captive.
Monori expressed her certainty that her friends were carrying on without her back on her own world, and Yuna smiled a little sadly as she noticed the other white mage’s gaze drift towards the ground. She knew that look. Most of the adventurers here got it when they talked about home for too long. “I’ve always thought someone might find a way for us to go back eventually. When that happens, they can be angry at you all they want.” She paused before adding an amendment to that. “Um…Hopefully they’re more happy to see you though.”
Monori said very softly that Yuna reminded her of someone named Rin. The words were so quiet that the summoner wasn’t even sure that she’d been meant to hear them, so she just smiled gently at the other woman in case she needed a moment to herself. “You’ll have to tell me about her sometime.” Yuna was also open to talking now of course—she just wasn’t sure if the cat-eared woman was in the mood to open up that topic. Rin certainly seemed to mean a lot to her.
Monori accepted her job offer, and Yuna breathed out a sigh of relief before smiling brightly at her. “Then welcome aboard! And you’ll absolutely help more than a little. Don’t sell yourself short. I saw what you could do.” She was kind and talented and could fight to the death when she had to. Exactly the sort of person Yuna was thrilled to have found.
“I haven’t done much with this room, so we can fix it up however suits you best. I’ll have to go to the market soon anyway now that we’ll need enough ethers for two healers.” Yuna was honestly pretty excited at the prospect, which was rare for her when it came to shopping. She was just happy to see their small outpost of the Dragonblades starting to grow. She really did need to thank Celes for doing so much recruiting for them.
[attr=class,bulk] For once, Yuna was entirely relaxed after the clinic closed for the night. She was seated in a wooden chair back in the kitchen, enjoying a steaming mug of tea as she watched the sun sink below the trees on the horizon. The day had been as busy as usual, but she had been able to concentrate fully on the patients with Monori’s help. Especially with Kaito working the front desk now and greeting people as they came in. Yuna herself had always been too busy on her own to do much recruiting, so she was grateful to Celes for the aid. She was a little embarrassed about what the blonde general had walked in on that first day, but it had come to a good outcome. In the end, perhaps the summoner only had herself to blame for not asking for help sooner. She was well aware that it was one of her biggest faults, but she had never quite been able to get over it. Even with the help of Tidus and her guardians showing her that she didn’t have to do everything alone. Some things were just hard to internalize.
The darkness of the kitchen and the warmth of the tea were just starting to lull her eyes closed when there was an urgent banging sound on the front door. Yuna’s eyes snapped open, and she placed her mug down on the table, remembering the sign she always placed outside when she closed up shop. Knock for emergencies.
“One moment!” Yuna called out, striding out into the waiting room with her skirt billowing out behind her. She hurriedly lit the two lamps in the main room as well as the one in her own exam room. Monori’s could stay dark since the kind white mage wasn’t here right now. With the barest of preparations made, Yuna finally unlocked and opened the front door. A group of men were gathered around a cart outside, and she could just barely make out a head of blond hair inside it, blood streaked across an upturned face.
One of them launched into an explanation that they’d found the poor man on the side of the road, and Yuna let out a sharp breath before she nodded. “I’ll take him. Can you bring him into the back please?” Without waiting for an answer she marched on ahead, rolling up her billowing sleeves and hurriedly washing her hands in the exam room. She was just grateful that she’d already changed the sheets on the bed in here in preparation for tomorrow. As the men carefully transferred the young man from the cart and onto the bed, Yuna murmured a quick “Thank you. I’ll do everything I can” before she found herself alone with the unconscious stranger.
“Cure,” she muttered, casting a small general spell to hopefully give the poor man some relief until she could figure out the extent of his injuries. He was clad in armor that would only get in the way of her exam, so she reached forward and undid the clasps on the front. Curiously the fastenings were shaped a bit like a dragon, though not quite like Vordun. Honestly, the design almost reminded her of-...
Well. It wasn’t the time to reflect on her aeons. Yuna removed his armor and carefully tugged it out from under him before dropping it on the wooden floor next to the bed. He was left in a billowing white shirt that she left on for his modesty, but she did have to at least peer under it to catalogue the damage. It was enough to make her wince. His shallow breathing and the bruised lumps along his chest could only mean broken ribs, and she was willing to bet that his back might have been broken too. He had either taken quite a beating, or fallen from a huge height. Either way, she knew where to concentrate her magic now.
“Curaga,” she murmured, trying to focus on areas where the damage was worst. She didn’t doubt that his limbs must have been in agony too, but a broken leg was the least of his concerns right now. After a few minutes of steady work, Yuna jumped when the man below her suddenly groaned and then spoke, murmuring a name questioningly. Joshua.
“You’re awake,” Yuna said with a faint smile, briefly pausing in tending to him. “And not quite. I’m Yuna.” He had a handsome face even if it was currently twisted up in confusion and pain, and she did her best to keep her voice reassuring. “Someone found you and brought you to me for healing. I’ll have you up and about again in no time, I promise.” It would be another all-nighter, but that was alright. She could take it easy tomorrow now that she had help. “Can you tell me your name?” Always a good test to see how someone was doing mentally when they’d just woken up.
[attr=class,bulk] Monori seemed to mentally note down that Ysayle had been spotted in Sonora, but she also expressed that she was content to stick around Provo for a while. Yuna was selfishly happy to hear it since Monori had proven herself capable. Even aside from that, she just liked the earnest cat-eared girl so far. If the white mage wanted to join their team, then Yuna would be incredibly glad to have her.
Monori told her that she was impressed by her story of Sin, and Yuna smiled slightly in gratitude. “It wasn’t just me, but thank you…We were always told that there was only one way to defeat Sin, but so many summoners and their guardians had died that way. We just had to defy tradition and find another way.” That probably sounded a little odd to someone who hadn’t grown up in Spira and seen first-hand the influence that the Church of Yevon had over the people. Trying something new sounded so obvious, but a summoner refusing to perform the Final Summoning and using an airship to attack Sin instead had been viewed as blasphemous. The church taught that Sin would only go away when humanity had atoned for their sins. Yuna had once believed in the teachings whole-heartedly, so it was funny how silly it all seemed in hindsight.
In response to Yuna’s request, Monori outlined the story of how she had come to Zephon. She knew how to tell a good tale, but it was so tragic in several places that Yuna ended up bowing her head in sympathy for all that the white mage had lost. “I’m sorry you’ve been through so much. Your friends must have believed in you more than anything for them to trust you to end things at the Ultima Thule though. I hope they found peace.” Monori finished by detailing her fight with Zenos, which made Yuna frown as that seemed to be the last thing that she remembered from her world. “That must have been a hard fight coming on the heels of another one. I’m glad you made it out in one piece.”
Yuna had often wondered if there was any rhyme or reason for why people were dragged to Zephon, but she supposed it was something that both she and Monori appeared to have been completely exhausted from their respective fights. Perhaps they had been less conscious because of that? It was something to think about at least.
Monori returned her attention to the tour, and Yuna smiled more brightly as she asked if this would be her room to use. “If you like it. I’ve been wanting to convert it into a second exam room once we’d done some recruiting. And hearing your story, I’m honestly blown away, Monori. We’d be lucky to have you here, and it’s absolutely yours if you want it.” She hoped the warrior of light would say yes.
[attr=class,bulk] Monori explained a little more about what the Echo did for her, and Yuna blinked at the revelation that she had been able to see glimpses of the past with it. That sounded incredibly useful actually, but it was too bad that it didn’t seem to work on Zephon. “Well I’m glad you don’t get headaches, but sorry to hear that you haven’t had any visions here. I wonder if the magic was specific to your world?” It was all speculation of course, but Yuna liked learning more about how Zephon worked compared to their homeworlds.
Yuna had to giggle when the other white-mage explained more about what a carbuncle was. “Well I promise I don’t have anything here that would steal your lunch. What I summon right now is just Shiva. They do sound really cute though.” Valefor had been the only one of her aeons who had really enjoyed being pet, which was probably fair when the fayth had originated as people. Maybe Yuna would have to get a pet sometime instead.
Monori waved aside her comments on Bahamut, saying that she understood the two weren’t the same. Yuna dipped her head in thanks. She felt a little guilty anyway, but regardless the Warrior of Light was soon distracted by their talk of Ysayle. She seemed shocked to hear that the woman had been spotted on Zephon and confirmed that it did sound like the person that she had known, even if her Ysayle was dead. “I wish I knew where she was now. Maybe Sonora? I last saw her on Mt. Hotan and she did seem to like the cold…” That didn’t narrow the search at all since Sonora was a huge city to the north, but it was a start at least. Yuna just hoped the two could be reunited someday.
Monori then asked how she’d come to be here, and Yuna smiled a little sadly as she adjusted one of the flowing sleeves on her outfit. “Well, there was actually a monster that had plagued Spira for over a thousand years. We called it Sin. Summoners had defeated it in the past a few times, but it always just came back…” It would be a bit of an explanation to dive into the how and why, so Yuna decided to keep it to the summary unless Monori asked follow-up questions. “It took a lot of sacrifices, but my guardians and I found the source and finally ended the cycle.” Too many sacrifices. She thought of Tidus fading through her for just a beat before she covered up that dark thought by smiling brightly. “It’s funny, I actually went to sleep that night and then woke up here. I’d at least like to think that means that Spira’s safe now?”
Remembering that she was supposed to be giving a tour, Yuna pushed open the door to the second exam room—Monori had already seen the first one after all, and this was the room that Yuna had been holding until she had someone who could help out long-term. Maybe that search was over.
[attr=class,bulk] The blonde woman seemed equally as dizzy after the priest’s announcement, and she returned Yuna’s whisper that something about this whole thing was off. To the summoner’s relief, she played along and the two walked towards the exit on each other’s arms like they had been friends their entire lives. No one stopped them, but Yuna was uncomfortably aware of the eyes on them as they declared that they were going to take some air to prepare. The porch itself was clear even if there was a small wall around it with two priests keeping watch at the gate. Yuna had no doubt that they would be stopped if they went any further than the porch.
The blonde woman whispered in her ear that she would distract the guards if Yuna wanted to escape, and she looked up at her with widening eyes. The cool night air didn’t completely erase her spinning head, but it did give enough clarity for her to realize how selfless of an offer that was. Yuna’s heart went out to this kind stranger, and she gave her a slightly sad smile in return. “I don’t even know your name…”
Glancing at the priests standing guard by the door, Yuna took a deep breath and steeled herself before shaking her head. “Thank you, but…I can’t. It would be one thing if I could get help, but with this place being so isolated…” Whatever trials were taking place tonight would be over by the time that she could make it to Aljana and back, and they both knew it. If Yuna left now, she would just be saving herself, and she couldn’t make that decision. Not when this stranger and all the other women inside were still in danger.
“We’ll just have to survive their trials and save ourselves,” Yuna said determinedly as she clasped her hands together. The effect might have been a little diminished when she was slurring from the wine and haze, but hopefully that didn’t matter. “I’m Yuna by the way. I have magic and a little summoning if we need it.” Hopefully whatever they had been drugged with didn’t affect her magic too much, but they would cross that bridge when they got there.
A priest inside the temple poked his head out the door in a less than surreptitious way as he looked them over. He was probably checking to make sure they were still there, so the trials were almost certainly getting ready to start. Yuna was still uncertain about this entire situation, but she was confident in her decision to not just save her own skin. Taking one last breath of fresh air, she looked up at the blonde woman who was with her. “I think that’s our queue…”
[attr=class,bulk] Once the men had left the clinic and they were able to talk more, Yuna nodded along to the story of how Monori had joined up with the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. She had to smile a little though at the description of some power that she used to have that no longer worked on Zephon. “That doesn’t sound like much of a blessing if it only gave you headaches. It’s funny sometimes what we call divine…” Perhaps Yuna had grown a bit jaded with that sort of thing after the Church of Yevon had turned out to be such a facade. Hopefully Monori wouldn’t see her as rude without that context of why she was wary of religions.
The other white mage seemed a little sad for her that Spira didn’t have carbuncles, and after hearing the description, Yuna was a little upset about that herself. “They sound adorable. All summoners have one where you’re from?” Did that mean that carbuncles granted the power to summon, or were the creatures themselves summoned? Hopefully Monori would explain.
Yuna’s smile faded a bit as the other woman outlined why she had taken up healing in the first place. “...I’m sorry to hear that. I hope your cousin was able to find peace. I’m sure they’d be very proud of you.” Losing people was always hard, and even if Yuna no longer had to perform any kind of sending here, she still felt every death keenly.
As Monori agreed to a tour of the place, Yuna started to lead her out of the waiting room area, but that was when she brought up the aeons that the summoner had mentioned right before they had gone back to heal their patient. She absolutely knew their names in a different context, and Yuna was a little incredulous at the first description. “Bahamut really did all that to your world? I’m sorry—I shouldn’t mention him so carelessly then. He’s just one of the fayth the summoners pray to on Spira, so I didn’t think anything of it.”
At least Shiva was received warmly, though Yuna had the nagging feeling that something about what Monori was saying sounded familiar. After a moment, it came to her, and the summoner stopped in her tracks right in front of the exam rooms. “But I met an Ysayle! Up on Mt. Hotan. She helped me find a lost hiker in a snowstorm.” Yuna clasped her hands together and turned to Monori, doing her best to recall every detail of that encounter. “I don’t know if she’s the one you know, but she was a tall woman with long white hair. I didn’t learn much about her except that the cold didn’t bother her in the slightest and that she had been in a lot of wars.” Part of her hoped that they were talking about the same woman. She liked when people from the same world could be reunited.
Though Yuna wasn’t sure what to think when Monori dropped that apparently the Ysayle that she knew was dead. She’d heard before from Caius that people who had died occasionally showed up on Zephon, but she had yet to see it happen for herself.
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna nodded slowly at the explanation of what the Scions of the Seventh Dawn were, but it didn’t help that she wasn’t familiar with a few of the words that Monori used to expand on them. “I’m sorry, I’ve never heard of Eikons either,” Yuna was forced to admit. “But if they’re summoned, then maybe they’re similar to the aeons of Spira? Bahamut, Shiva, and Ixion for example.” Those names might not mean anything to Monori, which would set them back at square one, but it was worth a shot. Most people in Zephon seemed to have heard of them in different contexts. Maybe they were called Eikons where Monori was from.
“The Scions sound like a good group of people if you were risking your lives to protect everyone. How did you end up joining?” Yuna was just honestly curious, but it ended up sounding a bit more like an interview question than she had intended, but she hoped Monori didn’t think so. Either way, the summoner was also happy to talk about her lack of a…Carbuncle? “Talking to people from similar worlds feels a bit like speaking a foreign language,” Yuna said with a laugh. “I’m…not sure what a carbuncle is, but they aren’t summoned in Spira. There were quite a few aeons back home, but here the only one I still feel any connection to is Shiva.”
Monori jumped at the chance to help the farmer who had been attacked by the coeurl, so Yuna led her back towards the exam room, smiling slightly when the cat-like girl said a quick Esuna should do the trick. She definitely knew her way around white magic, and Yuna was grateful that they could understand each other about spells at least.
Monori didn’t waste any time once they were back there, which Yuna respected when people’s lives were on the line. The woman seemed well-practiced in dealing with this sort of thing from the way she looked him over with a critical eye and leaned her staff against the wall. “This is Monori. She’s also a white mage, so she’s going to be helping me out today,” Yuna introduced the other woman to the patient and his friends as she watched her work a little curiously. Honestly, she didn’t often get to see other healers in action. It was interesting because Monori’s magic clearly worked a bit differently from hers—the gestures and magical light that swirled up were different at least. But when the spell washed over the man, Yuna could definitely recognize it as Esuna. A powerful one at that. His breathing eased immediately, and Yuna couldn’t see any more traces of stone on his skin. The summoner was definitely impressed.
“Thank you so much,” Yuna gushed at her before she stepped forward to finish up the appointment. It didn’t take long—just a quick examination to make sure all traces of the status effect were gone, and then she sent him on his way after checking him out at the front desk. The bill was almost nothing since Yuna priced at cost, and an Esuna or two certainly wasn’t much to them. Really, they charged just enough to keep the lights on and the ethers flowing, which is why the clinic had exploded with demand recently. Yuna would definitely welcome the help.
“You’re very good at what you do,” she complimented Monori with a smile as soon as they were alone. “I bet the Scions of the Seventh Dawn were lucky to have you.” Thankfully the clinic was still in its off time, so with no other patients at the moment, she could focus entirely on the cat-eared woman. “Would you like a tour of the place?”
