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Not a problem.

[It ain't no thing, Draxum, someday you'll get used to it.]

Now, how about showing me what's changed?

[Draxum nods, and opens his robe just enough to reveal the scar in its entirety. The healing session a few weeks ago had cleared it up some, but now it's even smaller, only about three inches in length. The veins of stardust are still visible, but they now lie evenly against his skin.]

[Oh, that is a shift. Wordlessly Caduceus reaches out, brushing his hand over the surface, in part to see if he can feel anything different about it, in part to see if the dust flakes off like before.]

[It does not flake off like before. A good sign to to be certain, if their bodies in this realm really are formed from stardust. Between Caduceus's Greater Restoration spell a few weeks ago and whatever happened last night, it no longer feels like harsh tap could shatter what's left of his soul, either, like a diamond hit in the wrong spot.]

See what I mean?

I do. [Hard to miss. It looks healthier, and even Draxum does, despite the obvious trial he's endured overnight. Fascinating.] I only got the broad story from the boys, regarding the house and the ribbon. What else happened?

[Right, that. His expression turns sour, but he'll explain as best he can without going into the particulars.]

Have you experienced any strange dreams since this trial began?

[That guy who runs the arcade was talking about something similar on the network the other day, but aside from him, he's not heard much chatter about it.]

[He shakes his head. He doesn't drink alcohol- wouldn't have touched the vodka.]

Can't say that I have.

[That would've made things easier, but that's okay, he can sum it up.]

I've had a few. If the network's to be believed, they're going around—visions too detailed to be dreams, but of people and worlds the dreamer may not be familiar with. What I experienced was a memory; it just wasn't one of my own.

Huh. [Makes a mental note to look into that later...] I take it this was an especially difficult memory.

It was unpleasant, yes, for more reasons than one. [His words are clipped.] I can still feel the rain of blows.

[Among other things. The emotions especially still linger. He's trying not to think about how much it upsets him.]

I woke up thrashing. From my perspective I wasn't asleep long, but by the state of the house, I was trapped in that state for an extensive period of time. The joys of time dilation.

[As the stress built, the pain built. But he was asleep and could do nothing about it—so it cascaded out of control.]

[Caduceus furrows his brows, mulling over that one. Blows... so a violent dream? And trapped for a long time... time dilation...

That sounds like something Caleb would be more useful for. He likes researching time magic. Noooot Cad's wheelhouse at all.]

That would be the ribbon I heard about, I take it.

It didn't undo all your hard work, for what it's worth. I'm more weary than sore.

[The rapid onset of pain followed by a nearly as rapid recovery took a lot out of him. His body is still equalizing.]

No, I can tell. It doesn't look or feel worse than before. There's an obvious improvement.

[Which is impressive, really, considering the ordeal he's been through.]

I thought I should show you, if nothing else.

[He's not sure if there's anything to fix? Or if this is one of those rest and keep an eye on it situations.]

And to tell you that... [He sighs.] You were right. About coming clean.

[Caduceus shifts to the side, sitting down on the couch with Draxum, leaning his staff against the arm.]

Oh, is that so?

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