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Who: Fayt Leingod, Albel Nox, and later Cliff Fittir, Okita Souji and Law.
What: A spar gone awry.
When: January 13th, afternoon
Where: Battledome
Summary: Fayt is tired of Albel avoiding them over lingering discomfort from the mistletoe shift, and tries to help him regain a sense of normalcy the only way he knows might work.
Rating: PG-15 for violence and heavy injuries.

Fayt had given it nearly two weeks. Two weeks of Albel sulking around, avoiding so much as talking to him or even looking at him. He'd barely seen the man, and even when he had it had only been for a second or two before Albel darted off.

He wasn't an idiot. That Albel seemed to be avoiding him was obvious enough, and he supposed he should have expected him to react this way-- Fayt had shrugged off the shift just fine, long used to the Malnosso messing with them by now, but Albel obviously didn't know how to. Albel avoided physical and emotional affection like it was the black plague, and shifted or not it had probably made Fayt's presence difficult for him to deal with.

It was more than a little awkward. Albel was eccentrically reactive at the best of times, but Fayt felt bad for making him so uncomfortable, even if it wasn't technically his fault. He had to do something.

A few messages sent Albel's way over the journals to try to smooth things over had gotten no response, though that wasn't surprising. Fayt finally just decided on the direct approach, heading to the battledome where he knew he'd find Albel training more likely than not.

When he finds the room the swordsman is using, he walks right in. There would be no running away this time.

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"Hn." So that's it, is it? Understandable, foolish perhaps, but understandable. It's not the first time someone's miscalculated their limits. Law nods. "You're right about the foolishness. But it's done."

Then he sighs.

"Treatment would be preferable. Those leg wounds aren't terribly pretty. I want to see him. However, ugly as they look, from what I could see, if Mister Albel goes without, he should be relatively alright if they don't get infected. So if you can't drag him back..."

"I'll drag him back if it looks bad."

As much as Albel was a pain in the ass, he was still a comrade. With so few of them in town, they needed to all look after eachother.

"...I wouldn't worry about him too much," Cliff added after a heavy moment. "He also knows some of that 'magic', just not as well as Fayt does. He's liable to give it a shot if he's pushed, but it might be a bad idea to bring him in otherwise."

Nodding. "I'll trust your judgement on that." He won't worry about it. If Albel can take care of himself, all the better. He would rather not have a repeat of what happened earlier in his waiting room. "If it's a bad idea, then it's a bad idea. I won't push on it."

"Thanks. He's had enough to deal with without all of this..."

He laughed wryly, wondering about how he was going to clean this mess up for the umpteenth time that day, before angling himself back on track.

"How's Fayt doing right now? And how long do you think he's gonna need to stay here?"

"At least a week and a half. It'll take a week for his wing to regrow, and after that, I'm going to do a reassessment of where he's at. At best, I'll keep him a few days for observation... at worst, he'll be in for a week or two more. Nala's magic goes only so far in speeding things up."

But that's only answering part of it. And what Cliff really wants hasn't been touched on yet. He's going to want to see Fayt.

"Right now he's unconscious and feverish. Stable, but he's feeling the full effects of a lost wing. When he does wake, he won't have the energy to be up for long. His strength will be gone until the wing finishes growing back."

Then he makes a decision.

"You can see him before you go. It'll only be a brief visit though."

"That'll be more than enough," Cliff said, with a sigh of relief. "I'm just glad to hear that he'll be alright."

A week or two with a little boost from this world's magic wasn't terribly long by any stretch of the imagination. If anything, it might give him enough time to attempt some repairs on this mess.

A nod and an agreeing sound.

"After you see him, get some rest yourself. It'll do him no good if you wear yourself down worrying."

"Yeah, I'll be sure to do that." He nodded as well, agreeing to the orders he had already seen coming without any argument. "It's easy to forget to do that. Thanks for the reminder...and for everything else."

He was well aware of how lucky they were that Law was around and able to respond quickly.

"No problem." Law leans against the wall, closing his eyes for a second. "Listen, I'm gotta go grab the rest of my charting and write up an message for the other staff regarding this, just so everyone knows what your friend needs regarding care. Be right back."