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[steepwithdead]

[Beloved Melora this man hasn't had a long rest. How does he function at all?]

Maybe I ought to be giving you that tea, too.

[grabaslice]

If you have extra, sure? I'm pretty alright generally. [Leonardo operates purely on twunk energy.

He does indeed do an air quote motion with one hand.] Not like I had a "normal" schedule before.

[steepwithdead]

I grow it here. Sometimes I use it, myself. I've kept a good supply.

[Considering the population and their collective trauma, and the trials frequently forcing it to the forefront, you never know who might need it.]

I know the concept of "normal" can be quite relative, but what you're doing isn't healthy.

[grabaslice]

Well, I'm glad if I used some, it wouldn't take away from what you got. [He's reluctant to really go for it, but... if Caduceus is worried, he can reconsider.]

I mean, I get a lot of naps? That counts, right? [He has picked up a habit of finding a sunny spot in his guest room and curling into a ball to sleep.]

[steepwithdead]

[Oh, no.]

It really doesn't. A thorough rest is critical to your long-term health, especially when you're still healing.

[grabaslice]

Oh. [He's not arguing with Cad about it, at least.] I... guess I'll make the tea part of my routine for a while. I probably won't need it forever or anything.

[steepwithdead]

It isn't the sort of thing you should take long-term, anyway. Just a way to get a better rest on stressful days. That's why I tend to give Casey small boxes.

[Kid hasn't shown signs of abusing it, but it could easily be abused. And they have stressful lives.]

[grabaslice]

Thanks for not getting my son addicted to tea. [He offers back as a weak joke back.] I guess I'll try it tonight.

Whenever I actually settle for bed anyway. I dunno when I'll feel less energetic after all this.

[steepwithdead]

I'm sure you'll wear yourself out one way or another.

[Insert exhaustive gay panic joke here. Caduceus goes back to examining him, and fetches some fresh bandages to adhere over the worst of them.]

[grabaslice]

Hey, I could go on forever, you know. [He does stay where he's standing as Cad goes to get fresh bandages.]

I'm not gonna risk anything, though, I already broke my chest plate enough as is. [He mimes knocking over the newly repaired place for emphasis. Maybe forgetting, he didn't really tell Caduceus about that.]

[steepwithdead]

That's good. If you exhaust yourself again it'd undo my hard work.

[The hard work of casting a spell. (He's joking, mostly. It was kind of high level.) He gestures towards a chair for Leonardo to sit down so he can work without the turtle moving too much.]

[grabaslice]

[He obeys the gesture without complaint. He sits down smoothly without any of the old man noises he occasionally makes when settling somewhere. Not that Leonardo notices. He's just happy to feel good.]

I'll do my best not to waste your efforts, promise. I'm occasionally a reasonable turtle.

[steepwithdead]

Just occasionally, huh.

[Well, he won't grant an "always". But Leonardo has been fairly reasonable in the time Cad's known him, so the remark gets a teasing tone in response as he gets to work mending those cuts.]

[grabaslice]

Just occasionally. You never know what I'll get up to next. [Given he came back from a makeshift fight and throwing blood vials around, Leonardo is living proof that things just happen.]

I'll try to keep blood fights off my proverbial dance card for a while though.

[steepwithdead]

My water and diamond supply would appreciate that.

[His gaze drifts over the newly-cracked plastron.]

Did you mend it yourself? Or did he?

[grabaslice]

[The new crack isn't exactly subtle to say the least, but the question does draw Leo up short.]

Donnie mended it. During our fight, I fell and cracked it. He made sure it held together.

[steepwithdead]

Do you want a top-up? Or would you prefer to let it heal on its own?

[He's always down to let people maintain their own health, but... well, he doesn't like to see it get worse, not better.]

[grabaslice]

A top up wouldn't be a bad idea. Given I've cracked this area twice here, at least a few times back home. [He answers with a small nod.]

[steepwithdead]

[No hesitation, Caduceus simply nods and presses his hand lightly against the broken plastron, pouring magic into it. It's a relatively simple spell, perhaps a bit stronger than a "top-up", but he's weary of watching the turtle suffer at this point. So, he should heal up more than the fresh crack, maybe a few extra days of improvement on the original.]

[grabaslice]

[Leo is none the wiser on Caduceus pouring more healing into it than expected. He watches, clearly curious, if anything. The resin was already pretty set, but the magical help makes it adhere further.]

Never gonna get over how cool magic is.

[steepwithdead]

[Caduceus makes an amused noise, checking to make sure the spell caught the rest of his cuts before going to put away the unused med supplies.]

Is it only healing magic that's unusual in your world? Your family has quite the variety otherwise, from what I've seen and heard.

[grabaslice]

As far as I know, yeah. I at least hadn't run into it. [He can guess some yokai could probably heal, but, it wasn't like he could ask or dig into what their society used to be.]

Our magic was a little weird by everyone else's standards anyway.

[steepwithdead]

What made it weird?

[He's so used to different kinds of magic in the world, it's hard to imagine any standing out as especially "weird". ...Well, maybe the magic ball-eating stuff from the early Uk'otoa days was up there.]

[grabaslice]

[He needs a second to mull it over.] I can't speak about yokai magic that deeply. Their whole society operated on magic to some extent.

My family's magic is powered by each generation. [He chuckles a little.] Ghost powered magic? Great grandma Karai made a promise, and it carried enough power to ensure every Hamato had magic.

[steepwithdead]

Ahh. Magic formed through a pledge can be powerful indeed.

[Sort of like a warlock, maybe? Except promised through family, not some sort of god. He can imagine some folks would argue that's much better. (Not him, but he can respect the source.)]

Less weird than you might think.