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[For once, the cheerful smile that normally adorns Aster's face is nowhere to be seen. Might be because he was recently killed, by the same person or it might be because he's currently leaning back in a chair, foot pressed against a nearby table with an open notebook covering his face. He is sans lab coat today. It's laying over the table and his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows.

There are a couple mumbles coming through there, but they're indiscernable. This continues until he pushes too hard against the table and falls back with an 'oomph'. ]

I can only imagine what Richter would say if he saw that.

[Just to make sure, he quickly looks around from his position on the ground and sits up to rub the back of his head. As he inspects his arm, he notices a rug burn. He wraps his hand around it.]

About now, he would probably go 'first aid' and-

[Oh. His hand just glowed. The pain from the rug burn is gone and he's feeling a little tired. That's not normal. Aster hesitantly removes his hand to see if it's still there and stares. It's not there. He just stares at it, inspecting the skin as excitement bubbles inside him. ]

[ooc; Aster was killed by Emil and got a spiffy ability to use first aid. Don't be surprised if he flips out in about ten seconds.]

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I didn't realize using mana was that strenuous on the body, even with all our research. Perhaps after a quick rest I could heal more of your arm.

[Aster doesn't need to be told twice. He feels like one more time will require an immediate nap right after. Richter's tone isn't that surprising. It's bound to be confusing. He won't go into details, however Aster does feel like he owes the man something. There's the question of all those injuries on his arm too.]

My first attempt was seconds before you came in. I'm not entirely sure why I gained that ability in particular.

It would be for you. [he helps lead Aster over to where the fallen chair is. Once he rights that and moves his own coat from its precarious perch on a stack of books next to Aster's own coat, it's time for Aster to sit down] Using magic isn't something that humans can do naturally, so it's not surprising that your body isn't handling the sudden spell casting well.

[a sigh before he crosses his arms with a slight wince] I have a couple of theories as to why you might have gotten First Aid over something like Photon.

[... is that seriously what Richter associates with Aster? Light spells?]

And I can heal myself. Besides... If I let you do it, we'll be here all week.

[another pause] How tired do you feel?

[Aster leans back against the chair, placing the notebook onto his lap for safekeeping.]

You do? Why do you think so?

[That's endearing. Aster likes the idea of healing artes over light spells. He can help treat the wounds of others and his own. It's too bad he couldn't manage to heal Richter's arm right now.]

H-Hey. It would be less than a week. [Maybe six days.] I'm sure I'll get the hang of it with practice and time.

[At the last question, Aster smiles. ]

Not tired enough to fall asleep in the middle of our conversation.

[it takes a few seconds, but Richter returns the smile in due time even though his own is a bit more subdued]

Did you want me to narrow it down to days, hours and seconds? [but he doesn't bother healing any of his cuts right away. He didn't want to make Aster feel worse about his inexperience with magic any more than he already did... It might just end up spawning some Very Bad Ideas in that so-called genius head]

As for the spells... [he drops his hands to his side and looks up and away. Hiding his face?] You're not the sort of person who would be at the fore front of a fight. At least, it suits you more...

[a quiet cough] Technically, most half-elves can learn spells of other elements if they decide to put their mind to it. Most don't try and learn anything other than the basic Fireball spell though.

[not when just that simple spell alone could cause them so much grief]

Even with my limited ability, I'm sure your injuries could be healed quickly with both of us working together.

[It was a valiant effort, but those Very Bad Ideas are already brewing. It's only because he can't stand to see his friend hurt and from what? Aster doesn't want to think it could have been a fight with Ratatosk as well. Might as well ask.]

Did you get in a fight?

[When Richter turns his head away, Aster looks up at the ceiling.]

I suppose you're right. [Then a pause and a tiny laugh follow.] It would certainly allow me to do more field work with you fighting everything in the mean time.

[Aster can understand. While he doesn't know what it's like to be a half-elf, he saw Richter go through enough. He knew how they were treated in Tethe'alla.]

Given the environment, such a reaction is understandable.

[and he doesn't want you to pass out for his sake. But then Aster asks and the only thing Richter can think of to say is;] I'm fine. Don't worry about it.

[it's just some cuts on his arms and a couple of bruised bones, nothing major like a sword through the gut]

... As long as you don't run off while I'm busy fighting monsters trying to invade camp. Or something just as ridiculous.

[an attempt to lighten the mood? There's a thoughtful 'hm' but Richter doesn't expand on what Aster said. After all, there's nothing else to be said about it. What was, simply was]