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[attr=class,bulk] Yuna didn’t normally travel this far east of Provo, since she didn’t like to leave her clinic unattended for too long. She did occasionally take the odd hired job though, and this one was no exception. There was a young archaeologist who had apparently set off to explore the ruins in Kahiko Valley, but it was a week past when the man had been supposed to return. Privately, Yuna feared the worst when it had already been so long, but she hoped that she could at least bring closure to the poor man’s parents. Either she’d heal him and help him get back, or she’d perform the sending so he could find peace in the afterlife. Yuna was mentally prepared for both.
The summoner tended to gravitate towards jobs that involved healing or search and rescue as opposed to just straight up fighting monsters. She wasn’t entirely defenseless alone since she had Shiva and a few black magic spells, but she wasn’t exactly a front-line fighter without her guardians either. She left those types of jobs to the experts, and she took the ones that were more niche like this.
Yuna had taken a public caravan down to the valley, and she had been dropped off when there were still a few hours of daylight left. She had the man’s research notes from his parents, so she knew that he had been planning to focus his expedition on a ruined temple built into the cliffside, and she decided that her first course of action should be to hike up and begin the search there.
The temple really was towering and impressive even to this day. The windows were long since gone and parts of the stone walls were crumbling, but Yuna still couldn’t help but look around in wonder as she crept through the foreboding entryway. It was hard to tell which god or aeon this might have once been dedicated to since all of the tapestries were worn and faded, and all the relics at the altar were either smashed or pilfered. Maybe the missing archeologist could tell her if she found him.
“Hello?” She called out, and even though her voice echoed around the entry hall, there wasn’t any other answer. After a moment, she decided that she wasn’t likely to find anyone by standing around , so she ducked around a tapestry to continue her search further in.
The first few rooms didn’t lead to anything too fruitful, but it was while Yuna was inspecting the ancient kitchen that she found something flung into one corner that didn’t seem to belong there. A worn backpack with one strap torn off and the other side coated in a dark brown stain that looked suspiciously like dried blood. Biting her lip, Yuna bent down and started rifling through the contents. A water bottle, a few granola bars, a sleeping bag, and most troubling of all, a travel journal whose handwriting matched the research notes of the man she was looking for.
It was while Yuna was staring at the diary that she heard the scrape of metal behind her. Her head shot up in surprise, and for a moment she could only stare at the robot blocking the entryway. She’d been warned of the ancient city guards that remained in the ruins even if the kingdom had long since fallen. She hadn’t expected to encounter any though, and as it shot a laser attack at her, Yuna just barely managed to dive behind a row of rotting cabinets to avoid it. Gripping her staff, she leapt up afterward, remembering that robots on Spira had been weak to lightning.
“Thundara!” The spell shot down from the ceiling and struck the guard, seeming to briefly stun it, so Yuna didn’t waste any time. Snatching up the torn backpack, she ducked under the huge robot and ran as fast as she could back towards the entrance to the temple. Yuna could hear that she was being chased, but she didn’t dare slow down to look as she made it back outside and onto the path in front of the ruins.
Headlights were barreling towards her as a large machina vehicle made its way down the path towards her. Yuna vaguely remembered from her time in Sonora that it was called a truck, and she desperately waved her arms at the older man behind the wheel. Hopefully he’d slow down and help her escape.
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had no idea what to make of Bartz’ story about the mermaids who had turned him into a frog—if it were anyone else, she might have thought that they were making fun of her, but she had a feeling that the upbeat brunette boy was entirely serious. She was at least glad that he’d managed to find Boko, even if the chocobo had apparently elected to remain behind. It was an uncharitable thought, but Yuna had to wonder if Bartz had a bit less common sense than Boko did. He at least didn’t seem very good at identifying when situations were suspicious.
“No, you’re right, Caius would definitely be all business at this particular carnival,” Yuna said with a small smile as she eyed the crowded clearing around the train station. Thankfully there seemed to be more living people in this area, though Yuna wasn’t sure what would prompt someone to attend for real. Maybe they were thrill-seekers, or maybe they didn’t fully realize the danger.
“...Wait, you know Faris?” That briefly shocked Yuna out of her unease, and she felt her cheeks go a bit red as she thought about the purple-haired pirate. They had been paired together for a dating event in Provo a few years back. Faris had taken her out on a sunset sailboat tour afterwards, but she hadn’t really seen him since. He had seemed a bit worried for some reason when they’d gotten closer. Maybe he just hadn’t liked her very much after all. Not that she should be focused on her love life right now.
When Bartz answered solemnly what he’d noticed about the carnival, Yuna had to fight the urge to press a hand to her mouth. The other patrons being old weren’t exactly what she’d had in mind, but she couldn’t help a slight giggle anyway. There wasn’t anything funny about the situation, but the two of them were in so far over their heads that she couldn’t help it. “Just…please be careful,” she said sincerely as they moved past the torches and towards the ticket-counter. “I have a feeling about this place.” Yuna had encountered so many unsent at this point that she liked to think her feelings counted for something.
The ticket booth appeared empty and dark, so Yuna squinted suspiciously at the hand emerging from the tiny hole. “...I’m sorry, are those bones?” Before she could get a better look at the hand in the torch light though it was already retracting back into the booth along with Bartz’ ticket. The brunette boy offered to pay for her entry which was very sweet and all but was also the least of her concerns at the moment. Still, her manners made her protest anyway. “Oh no, I couldn’t possibly make you pay for me. I was coming out anyway.” It turned out not to be necessary though as a feminine voice suddenly spoke to them through the hole, making Yuna jump.
The woman kindly offered Yuna her own VIP badge, though in this instance, she wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or not. Gripping the hilt of her jeweled dagger from Celes, Yuna crept a little closer to the glass as she contemplated breaking in the side door. Before she could act though, Bartz strode over and put her badge over her head so it hung from a lanyard around her neck. “Oh! Thank you…” The badge honestly looked used, and the red lettering gleamed in the torch light in a way that made it shimmer like blood.
That wasn’t foreboding at all.
Yuna still wanted to break in the ticket booth honestly, but Bartz was already rushing ahead, so after a moment, she just sighed and vowed to hit it up on the way out. Trotting after her friend instead, they ended up in the clearing where the carnival was being held, and it seemed almost impossibly large. Yuna couldn’t see the end of it, which was odd for a forest clearing, and there were several rides that she felt should have been visible from the train station. Not to mention the ferris wheel that they probably should have seen from outside the forest but hadn’t.
Bartz unveiled the map for both of them, and Yuna laughed weakly as he vetoed the ferris wheel. She had a feeling the rides here wouldn't be the safest to begin with anyway. “That’s okay. We can stick with ground activities then.” She scanned the map and frowned as she took each thing in. “The fortune teller tent sounds interesting…Oh no. They have a haunted house?” That was so on the nose that it almost hurt. Finally her mismatched eyes zeroed in on the large tent in the center of the carnival and her frown deepened. “The Main Show Stage…I wonder what kind of shows they put on there?” If nothing else, Yuna suspected that they’d be acquainted with the answer before the night was over.
“Maybe we should start with food,” she finally managed. “I heard your stomach growl earlier. Can’t have fun on an empty stomach, right?” Or send the dead back to the Farplane, though she was slightly anxious about what they’d serve here. She might avoid the meat at any rate.
“Looks like there’s a spot! ‘Spoon for One More…’” As she said the name of the food stall out loud, she almost wanted to change her mind, but after a moment she steeled herself and pushed back the tent flap to walk inside.
It was actually a cozy little food stall with dim lighting and delicious smells wafting through the air. As Yuna took in the man working the counter though, she reached for her dagger again on instinct, wondering if she should try a sending. It wasn’t that he was definitely an unsent, it was that she couldn’t tell at all. He wore a hooded cloak that completely covered his face. Weirdly enough even the lamplight didn’t seem to penetrate it.
[attr=class,bulk] The storm that had hit Provo was sudden, fierce, and unexpected for this time of year. None of those would have spelled good news individually, but together they had been a recipe for disaster. Yuna herself had been lucky—she had been making a house call at the time, and when the sky suddenly turned pitch black, the family had offered her shelter in their basement. Yuna had gratefully ridden out the storm underground with them, but what she found after leaving the house was appalling. Trees were barren and uprooted, buildings had collapsed, and there were rescue crews everywhere trying to find people who could have still been trapped among the rubble.
It was heart-breaking, but for a moment, Yuna could only stop and try to get her own emotions under control. It was just so much like the aftermath of an attack from Sin. The sounds of rebuilding, the cries of the wounded, the piles of the dead. All of it took her back to Spira in her mind until she half expected someone to approach her and say it was time for the sending to be performed.
They didn’t of course. She wasn’t known as a summoner here, and the dead didn’t become fiends in Zephon anyway. But Yuna did still have a duty to perform for the living.
Approaching one of the rescue crews, she bowed politely and introduced herself until she was led to an area where they were housing the wounded. Provo was technologically advanced enough that they had plenty of doctors, but hospitals were filling up, so they were gratefully accepting help from healers too. Yuna was put to work, running every which way and putting her white magic to good use.
After an hour or so, Yuna was trying to catch her breath and restore her magic with an ether outside of the medical tent. She had just uncorked the bottle when a woman and a little girl approached her, so Yuna turned to them with a slightly tired smile. They didn’t look injured, and they might have even just been travelers passing through based on their cloaks and bags. Yuna wondered if they were related—they both had deep green hair and similar delicate facial features, but that mystery was solved fairly quickly when the woman introduced the girl as her daughter. The summoner caught the way that the woman had stumbled over the word, which was curious, but she was polite enough not to comment.
Yuna hesitated just for a moment because of the girl’s age before she smiled more genuinely. “Absolutely. I try not to turn anyone away who’s willing to help, and it’s so nice to see another healer. Thank you for coming.” Recalling the worst of the wounds inside the tent, she bent down slightly to address the girl directly. “You must have seen a lot already to have mastered white magic at your age. Don’t be afraid to tell your mom if it gets to be too much in there though, okay?” Blood and broken bones had certainly fazed Yuna herself a lot more in her early training than they did now.
Straightening up, Yuna realized that she hadn’t introduced herself yet. “Oh! I’m Yuna by the way.” Clasping her hands together, she gave them a slight bow that was more out of habit than anything. Some customs from Spira were just hard to break. “Maybe we can…talk more afterward. I’m guessing you’re offworlders too.”
Between the magic and the bright green hair, she considered it an educated guess.
[attr=class,bulk] It was a little unnerving how smooth the train ride was given how dilapidated the tracks were, but Yuna was more concerned with her fellow passengers. The train car had thick cobwebs strung overhead and dusty windows that made it hard to see outside, but no one in the seats around her seemed to even be looking at them. From her position, they were so still that Yuna couldn’t even be sure they were breathing. Tensing a little, she started to reach for her dagger, wondering if she should risk trying a sending before she’d even arrived. Before she’d made up her mind though, there was actually some movement behind her and a friendly voice joked over her shoulder about the other passengers.
Looking up at the brunette boy standing next to her, Yuna felt so much relief at seeing a familiar face that she broke into a smile as he sat down next to her and started asking questions a little too loudly. “Bartz! Of course I remember, but it’s been ages. Did you ever find your chocobo friend?”
Yuna was glad to see him of course, but as he pulled out a personal letter and started chattering excitedly about the carnival, she was suddenly incredibly worried for his safety. “There are fliers around Provo that I picked up. But…you’re telling me someone invited you personally?”That did not bode well at all, but she still couldn’t help a small laugh when he mentioned being set on fire last time.
“Caius isn’t here today, so your cape should be safe. I see less of him than I used to because I actually run a small Provo outpost for the Dragonblades now.” It was more of a healer’s clinic than anything, but she did take outside jobs sometimes. Like this one, for instance.
Bartz offered to go around the carnival together, and Yuna nodded slowly as she altered her plans on the fly. Honestly, the older boy was such a cinnamon roll that she had no intention of letting him go running off alone if the ghosts had wanted him here personally. “No, that sounds perfect. I’d love to walk around with you. Though um…” Yuna lowered her voice since she wasn’t sure how much the passengers around them could hear. Probably everything. Bartz wasn’t really bothering to keep his voice down. “I don’t think this is a normal carnival. Do you notice anything…strange?”
The off-putting accordion music was getting louder, though Yuna still couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong. Possibly that it had been shifted down to be played in the minor key, but it was putting her even more on edge than she wanted to be. “We’ll just have to be careful. They’re saying in town that people have been going missing since the festival started.” She didn’t really want to use the words ‘unsent’ or ‘ghost’ until they had proof. There was no point in needlessly scaring Bartz after all, even if the general vibe of the train passengers wasn’t giving her much confidence.
The train suddenly rolled to a stop and the doors opened up seemingly on their own. As one, the other travelers stood up and started to disembark in a weirdly organized pattern, but Yuna was more than happy to take her time and let them go first. Pulling her coat tighter around her, she followed her friend’s lead as they hopped off the doom train into a small, crowded station.
Ahead of them, a pathway through the trees was lined with lit torches, and Yuna stood close to the first one, grateful for the fire given how cold it was tonight. “...Ready to go in?” Now that they were closer, the smell of pastries and grilled meat was heavy in the air, and she could hear the distant sound of amusement park rides clanking and whirring. There were screams in the air over the sound of the rides, but to Yuna’s ears, she couldn’t tell if they were delighted or terrified.
[attr=class,bulk] None of Yuna’s experiences in the Headstone Forest had ended well, so she hadn’t been eager to return to the haunted woods. Especially not at night, but come midnight, she found herself standing by some barren railroad tracks just outside of the thicket of trees anyway. The winter air was chilly, and even wrapped up in a coat, Yuna could feel it down to her bones as her breath rose in tiny patches of fog in front of her. In one hand she held a paper flyer that she struggled to read by moonlight even though she knew the whole thing by heart.
The Carnival Maléfique. The reason she was here.
Yuna had been hired to look into the festival happening in the Headstone Forest ever since the advertisements had started appearing around Provo. Dozens had disappeared from town in recent weeks, though nothing had been definitively linked to the carnival yet. It was even whispered that the workers might have been ghosts themselves, called to life during the celebration and then vanishing into thin air every morning as the sunrise began to peek over the horizon.
Either way, Yuna intended to find out what was happening in the Headstone Forest at the Carnival. If she could find evidence that the disappearances were linked to it, then she intended to shut it down in one way or another. And if ghosts really were involved, then Yuna would perform the sending so that they could find peace in Zephon’s afterlife. Her staff would have looked out of place at a carnival, and it was too big to hide, so instead she had the jeweled dagger that Celes had given her tucked into her belt. Hopefully she wouldn’t have to use it, but if she did, then it should work as a decent spellcasting focus.
A distant whistle echoed through the silent night air towards her, and Yuna stood up straight as a train came impossibly rumbling into view. The tracks on the forest floor were overgrown and missing vital pieces, but that didn’t seem to matter to this particular train as it slowed to a stop directly beside her. The pattern on the very front looked something like a skull, which did nothing to alleviate Yuna’s anxiety. As she stared at it, the doors opened by themselves in a clear invitation. After only a moment of hesitation, Yuna climbed aboard. The doors shuddered to a close behind her with a click that seemed definitive. There was no going back now.
The train sped off further into the forest, and Yuna was rocked backwards a little on the balls of her feet until she quickly took one of the available seats on the train. There were a few other people already onboard, and Yuna wondered as to their reasons for attending the carnival. Distantly, the upbeat sound of music started drifting closer. Maybe it was only Yuna’s imagination, but there was something a little off about how it sounded.
[attr=class,bulk] Torensten was apparently still rebuilding from the floods, which was sad to hear, but Yuna cocked her head to one side as she waited for Celes to continue. Somehow she doubted that the tough woman in front of her had run away because she was tired of that kind of work, which meant something else was coming. After a moment, she was rewarded for her patience with one simple sentence that surprised her more than almost anything else that Celes could have said.
“Caius? But I thought…” Yuna stopped herself, feeling a slight flush spread across her cheeks. Maybe she had assumed too much about where their relationship was going. She knew Caius much better than Celes after all, and he tended to wear his heart on his sleeve when it came to Celes. Maybe the blond woman didn’t reciprocate his feelings though and only thought of him as a friend. She couldn’t see Caius not respecting that, but it probably did make working together a little awkward.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, we’ll have to talk about it after closing.” That was only in a few hours, but there was still so much to get through. Yuna nodded gratefully when Celes offered to attend to the other customers in the waiting room while Yuna cleaned up and let his wife see him. “Thank you. That would probably be for the best.” In spite of everything, she laughed when the blonde general mentioned the frog. “I know! I was going to start with Esuna and see what happened. You’re welcome to my item cabinet though if that doesn’t work. I have everything labeled.” There had actually been a few status ailment items sold in Provo that Yuna hadn’t recognized. It had troubled her at the time, but now she was just glad that she had stocked up on a little of everything. Hopefully there was something that could help the…frog? Man?
Either way, Yuna brought up a basin of water with a washcloth to get some of the blood off of the man before she let his wife come in to visit. If they had done all that they could for him, she didn’t want to scar the poor woman’s last moments with him after all.
[attr=class,bulk] Oddly enough, Ysayle painted a picture of war that was similar to what the teachings of Yevon had to say about it. Apparently they hadn’t been exaggerating about the unbearable cost to human lives. While Yevon had certainly used the knowledge as propaganda, it didn’t change the facts themselves. Yuna drew her hood a little closer to her face before looking up at the taller woman. “...I’ve learned that prayers can’t change the future. Only people can do that.” Adjusting her staff to rest at her side, she considered the splash of blood against the snow with a frown.
“...But I will always keep my hope that we can do better than we have in the past. I’m so sorry you’ve had to live through that.” She’d apparently done more than live through it since she was a soldier. Ysayle had probably seen as much death as she had, but it somehow felt worse that it was humans doing this to each other. Maybe it had been easier to pin all the blame on Sin. That was certainly what the church of Yevon had thought at least.
Shaking aside her doubts, Yuna nodded respectfully as Ysayle offered to handle the beast that lived in the den. “I’ll focus on healing unless we’re in too much danger. Then I could never leave you to fend for yourself.” She smiled slightly as Ysayle dove into the cavern without needing to discuss it further. The white-haired woman really did remind her a little of Sir Auron. Always quick to act when time was short and lives were on the line. Yuna respected it immensely.
Ducking into the den after her, Yuna carefully walked with a hand along the frozen wall. It was dark when they were away from the blinding snow, and her eyes had yet to adjust fully when the tunnel emptied out into a tall cavern. The summoner couldn’t even really tell how far back the space went, so she glanced at Ysayle to see if the other woman was faring any better. “I can’t really see. But it looks like this is where it lives…” The crack of small animal bones underfoot was enough to tell her that, and she grimaced as she edged forward with her arms outstretched until one of her boots struck something slightly more solid.
Pulling her foot back, Yuna glanced down at the dark shape she had nearly collided with, her heart skipping a beat at the slight rise and fall of the bundled up lump. “Someone’s here!” Crouching down, Yuna carefully opened the man’s coat to take stock of his injuries. His eyes were closed and his breathing was shallow, but his face was turned towards her enough to recognize the man from the photograph. “I think it’s him.” Trying to trace the source of why he was unconscious, Yuna carefully examined him for head wounds. It was only when her eyes had adjusted to the darkness a little more that she spotted the way one of his coat sleeves ended irregularly high and the dark puddle of blood that had pooled out below it.
“His arm,” Yuna murmured, holding her hands over it carefully. “Curaga.” Healing light washed over him, but it would take a lot more than that for an injury so serious. Yuna could only hope that he hadn’t already lost too much blood before they’d arrived.
As her first spell faded, Yuna moved to cast another when a growl echoed behind them from near the entrance to the cavern. The summoner’s heart sank a little at the sound, since she and her guardians had fought beasts like that before in Zanarkand. This wasn’t just any predator who lived here. It sounded like the growl of a behemoth.
[attr=class,bulk] Ysyale didn’t seem to mind discussing what she’d meant about the knights hunting her, but she asked a question about bloodshed in war that had Yuna frowning slightly. Truthfully she didn’t know much about war beyond what the teachings of Yevon had to say about the violent ways of the past. Yuna wasn’t even sure how much she could trust her own knowledge of history given how much Yevon had tried to hide from the people, but this seemed like a good chance to learn about how clashes between groups of people had even worked.
“I’ve never lived through a war. Where I come from, the people were banded together against a bigger threat,” she admitted as she looked up at the taller, white-haired woman. “I’ve heard that they can be terrible though.” That felt like an understatement, but hopefully Ysyale could add some color to what she meant.
The woman was clearly great at tracking as she spotted what Yuna had missed about the man’s footprints—they were deeper and less spaced out on the left as if he had been heavily leaning on that side. Yuna didn’t like that at all considering that the man they were searching for had been fairly young and athletic. Not to mention that if he had been hurt, she didn’t like that he was traveling further up the mountain. It painted a picture that he had been running away from something, so Yuna nodded decisively when Ysyale suggested that she take the lead. “We should hurry. Probably not just for his sake.”
The snowfall was getting thicker as the blizzard was starting to hit in earnest. Yuna was starting to find it difficult to place one foot in front of the other, and she was grateful for the taller woman behind her serving as a reassuring presence even when the path got harder to trek. It was when the snow had reached nearly halfway up her calves that Ysyale called for her to be careful. Yuna gave her a curious look before glancing down at the path around them to try to see what the woman had spotted. There were various small animal footprints that dotted the path, but on the left was a splash of red that stood out like a sore thumb when everything else was so white. Blood splatter.
Yuna’s heart sank and she gripped her staff as she stepped over to investigate it. Without the landmark, she might not have noticed the small cavern tucked away into the side of the mountain. It didn’t quite look like the one where she and Ysayle had taken refuge earlier. This one looked more like a creature’s den judging from the small pile of animal bones directly in the entrance. Biting her lip, Yuna looked up at Ysayle to see if the experienced tracker had spotted anything that she had missed. “I don’t like it, but he might have taken shelter there.”
[attr=class,bulk] Gau was nice enough to try to chase down the man who had strong-armed them into being judges, but he must have been faster than he looked in that suit. Though the green-haired boy had stopped to finish the cinnamon roll first, so that may have had something to do with the man escaping actually. Still, it was the thought that counted. It was sweet of the teenager to try.
Feeling overwhelmed, Yuna gripped the clipboard tightly to herself as she watched Gau examine the tent. He seemed to be weighing their options, and Yuna was honestly just grateful that someone was. On her end, she felt a bit out of her depth considering that she’d never been involved in food production whatsoever. She had no idea what about their appearance would have suggested otherwise. Unless the festival worker had just chosen the first two random people that he’d come across, which was looking increasingly likely.
Gau agreed that they could start with the fruit, before apologizing to the farmers about the grapes. He admitted that he hadn’t eaten in three days, and Yuna stared at him in concern before swallowing back some inappropriate follow-up questions. She wanted desperately to ask where his parents were, but Yuna herself had hated questions like that when she was growing up. As an orphan, she had sometimes wondered what would have happened to her without Kimahri’s protection or Lulu and Wakka looking out for her. She had been very lucky to never go hungry in her situation. Maybe now it was time to pay it forward.
“Tell you what,” Yuna said decisively as she set down the clipboard. It wasn’t going to do them much good anyway when they didn’t know the rules. If they were winging this produce competition, then they would just have to make up their own rules. “You can eat as much as you want. Let’s try everything and just pick our favorites. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never used a tape measure in my life,” she confided with a small smile.
“And then…maybe afterward we can talk about where you’re eating the next 3 days?” Yuna actually lived in Provo now afterall, so she didn’t mind lending a helping hand. Her table was always open.
[attr=class,bulk] Celes told her it was fine that she couldn’t do a blood transfusion, but it was doubtful that she really meant it. Yuna’s lack of knowledge when it came to machina had never bothered her more. It felt like a shameful cloud overhead even if Celes herself admitted that she didn’t know how to test for varying blood types. It felt like something Yuna needed to run out and correct immediately if she wanted to give her patients the best possible chance here.
“I’ll look into it,” she murmured, if more for her own benefit than for the blonde woman across the room. “I wonder if there’s a class I could take, or some form of certification.” Doctors here underwent years of study, or so she’d been told, but it had taken years of study to become a summoner back on Besaid as well. Yuna was no stranger to working hard towards an end goal, and it was difficult to say how long they’d be living on Zephon anyway. She might have all the time in the world to build up those additional skills.
Celes bent over the injured man with Yuna and cast some of her own healing magic. Yuna gave her a slightly tired but grateful smile for the assistance. It was still so odd to see someone who wasn’t a summoner be proficient in white magic, but she suspected that feeling would fade in time. A lot of other things had grown more normal since she’d arrived after all.
Celes revealed that she’d like to stay for a while if possible, though she seemed a little embarrassed that she hadn’t sent ahead warning. Yuna shook her head though, taking a moment to reassure the usually confident woman before she returned her attention to the mauled man in front of her. “Really, it’s no problem at all. I’m used to surprise guests. The mail system here is so much more reliable than it was on Spira.” Not terribly surprising though since back home letters had to travel by boat between islands. There was always the possibility that they’d just be swept away in Sin’s attack.
“I’m glad you’re here. I could use the company even if you were just visiting. But if you want to help, I appreciate the assistance.” She bowed her head again to Celes, which was perhaps a bit formal for Zephon, but old habits from Spira were hard to break. “I’ll make up the guest room for you. And introduce you to Cloud I suppose—he’s a long-term patient who’s staying here.” He was recovering nicely, but it wouldn’t really be good for him to go wandering around Provo before he was at 100%. Speaking of, she should likely warn Celes that she might come across wanted posters for the blond man in town, but that conversation could wait.
The man on the table’s wounds had long since closed, but his breathing was shallow, and as Yuna checked his pulse, she found his heartbeat to be much faster than she would have liked. Still, they were doing all they could with what they had. Time would have to tell if the blood loss had already been too much for him.
Celes had said that they could hold off on their conversation for now, but Yuna found that she liked the distraction as her magic ran low and she was forced to retrieve another ether from her cabinet of supplies. “Is everything alright in Torensten?” She asked with a slight frown before she drank the vial of sickly-sweet liquid. “It’s just that most people only need a break from somewhere when they’re ready for a change.”
