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Chanterelle is sitting by the fire, reading a book in Braille.

[ooc: plot post; Yrael or Richard only, please]

*Yrael hums quietly as he works, deftly rearranging the Charter Marks of each piece of the Pattern. Eyes are complicated, as any part of any living thing is. Some of the pieces of melody that he hums become Charter Marks themselves, and he moves them into their places accordingly.*

*The work seems to go on forever, until at last there is a pause in the Other pattern. The Charter Mark'd pattern that makes up the Bright Shiner halts its rearranging and remaking, pausing with the air of one surveying one's own work. Then the Other pattern withdraws, the Charter Marks flowing away and out.*

It is done for now, Chanterelle.

She watches him work, fascinated by the way the Charter Marks are rearranged merely by the sound of his humming. She sits patiently, ignoring physical concerns like stiffening muscles, keeping her fingers locked around his collar as he told her to.

When he tells her it's done, she releases a breath that she wasn't even aware she was holding, and loosens her grip on his collar a little.

Now that it comes to it, she's almost afraid to open her eyes.

*The Charter Marks which are Yrael, tinged still with the acrid sense of the Free Magic, slip away. The white cat-that-is-not-a-cat opens its bright green eyes. Chanterelle loosening her grip upon the collar allows Yrael to slip free to the ground. Once clear of her, Yrael shifts once again to his human shape, sitting before her on the ground.*

*He reaches forward to gently touch her cheek. His voice sounds slightly tired.* Chanterelle, you shall still be mostly blind for a time. The inner parts of your eyes are healed; it is just that it must be given time to adjust before the outer parts of your eyes are healed as well, restoring your sight to you. Even if we had the time to continue with the healing, I would not, at the moment. Your eyes must have time to adjust, or this attempt at healing would simply undo itself.

Your eyes will feel odd for some days, as they have not been whole in a long time. When they stop feeling strange, come and find me, and we shall finish.

*He makes to stand, bright in the deepening shadows of dusk.*

Richard startles at the shape-change after such a long moment of stillness, but the smiles warmly at Yrael.

"Thank you so much for your kindness."

He kneels down next to Chanterelle.

"How are you feeling, luv?"

She nods at Yrael's words.

She smiles at Richard.

You are very welcome, Chanterelle.

We should go back. It is almost sunset, and I would rather not be waylaid by the Dead.

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