❥⎹ Hmmm … this was truly a thing to behold, a smile stretched across his face in a bit of amusement. He wasn’t one to show off often nor was he one to even bother to show people his magic skills really, as he wasn’t as skilled as some others, but it was interesting to see someone who has never seen such a thing marvel at it as if it was abnormal – And maybe it was abnormal to the other … But in Fodlan such a thing is normal, especially in the empire.

      ❛ You see, in my home magic is taught. Not everyone is as magically inclined as others, and some are exceptionally gifted ! I suppose in your home, this is not the case ? ❜ The magic still swirled and swayed at his fingers, almost like a flame would but there was no heat or crackle like a fire.  ❛ This is only my most basic of healing magic as well, Nothing else seems to be strong enough to conjure, even if a spellbook. Though It would easily heal your hand without problem ❜

❥⎹ He’s seen his fair share of self-inflicted injuries, people get mad and punching a wall or throwing something down only for it to end up ricocheting back and hitting them, and then accidents where people accidentally hurt an ally with an arrow shot or just hit them too hard while sparring. While he is sure he wouldn’t be able to magically close an open wound here, a small scratch would be child’s play, even with his current magic.

     ❛ There are many things healing magic can do, even powerful enough magic being able to cure diseases but that’s reserved for very high-level mages … It’s not very mysterious to me, so it’s odd for you to see it in such a way, I’ve never met a person who hasn’t known was magic is ❜

This was all giving him one big headache and he wasn’t near smart enough to understand it. Teaching magic? Being magically inclined? Were there more people with light coming out their fingers walking around? The thought was both kind of amusing and terrifying. “My home? In Korea?” he repeated but then again if the guy was from some sort of weird otherworldly place he might not even know what a Korea was. He then shook his head.

“Nope, I haven’t ever met anyone else-- anyone who can do things out of the ordinary.” Surely he couldn’t be the only one, but they were probably few and far between, and in society as it was, it wasn’t something he wanted anyone else to grow up being able to do. Had this guy faced the same fate of being bullied? Of being treated like a freak? Probably not if this was normal where he came from. Ahn realised that even though they were alike in some way, they also didn’t share the same fate and somehow that made him feel lonely.

But if he could open up to anyone at all in this place, perhaps this was his chance? If this guy could do what he claimed and even much more with this magic of his then perhaps Ahn even had a way of practicing his psychometry here as to not disappoint Jaein. He had faith that they were going to be reunited again, somehow, someday, and now that he had got a distraction from his emotions he also felt much calmer. He supposed he should be thankful to the guy for that.

❥⎹ Ah, a stubborn type … It reminded him a bit of felix, though felix more readily accepted healing since it meant he could fight longer (though if a wound was serious enough, healing could only do so much … and could even cause more harm then good if not used correctly), Linhardt wasn’t to surprised by it, they were strangers after all and for all he knew, the other may have never seen healing magic before.

❥⎹ And it seemed he was right, when the other made some sort of joke about pulling a bird out of a nonexistent hat to heal his pain, what a strange person … Linhardt put a hand under his own chin and closed his eyes for a moment, humming softly before allowing his arms to follow back to his side and tilt his head at the other.

       ❛ Such an off phrase, I have never heard of such a thing, though I suppose I’d like to see someone pull a bird out of a hat as well, sounds a bit fantastical. ❜ Though he pulled a book from the holder he had around him and flipped through it a bit. He didn’t need any sort of tome usually to cast his magic but in this place, it felt weaker, completely unable to use any sort of offensive magic and his healing magic just felt almost nonexistent.

      ❛ Though I suppose that was a question rather than a statement, No. I don’t even need to be this close truthfully … Though in his strange world my spells seem weaker, I never had to read a spell out like this to make it work ❜ He was mumbling to himself as he looked to the other, holding up one hand, a soft swirling white light appeared at his fingertips as he showed it to the other  ❛ Have you never seen anything like this … ? ❜

That sounded fantastical? No, no, no, the whole using magic power to somehow go against nature and rapidly heal a wound sounded even more fantastical. Some part of him was incredibly skeptical, especially with how out of the blue it had been as well (come on, who actually got injured and then just happened to stumble across a guy who knew healing magic?) but he supposed that he had no right to talk. And said guy seemed overly eager to show off; a complete opposite to Ahn himself.

“Wha--?!” he let out in surprise as the light began emitting from the other’s fingers. Now that was a magic trick he hadn’t seem before. For a moment all sentiment towards being upset had dissipated, and he could only focus at the mystery at hand -- for it was indeed one such -- but no matter how much he tried to study the other’s fingers he couldn’t find a mechanism behind it. Perhaps this guy was the real deal after all.

He stepped backwards again, eyes resting carefully on the guy before him. This was ‘weaker’? Then how could it possibly look if it was of its usual strength? But perhaps it was like how Ahn found himself unable to read objects in this place -- perhaps some sort of weird system was in place in order to even the field for everyone... no that sounded too far fetched, like something out of a video game. But then again, which part of this situation was normal?

❥⎹ He was unsure what he was exactly doing out this late. He could be back at his new home, sleeping or researching but sometimes just kept drawing him to take a walk and so he did. It wasn’t a bad time, the stars were pretty in his place and there was a nice quietness in the air. He could easily be lulled into sleep simply standing up with how calm it felt.

❥⎹ Though the calmness was interrupted abruptly, it wasn’t a loud noise that broke it but one that was loud enough to break the silence and catch his attention, allowing him to carefully approach to see what the situation possibly was. He wasn’t as skilled as other soldiers with being quiet and stealthy so he wasn’t too surprised when he was called out to by the person he was investigating. He finally made himself completely seen and looked over the other as well, seeing that his hand seemed to be hurt and after a moment of thinking, he figured it was self-inflicted which is the noise he must have heard.

        ❛ Don’t worry, I was just passing and heard something, I wanted to make sure no was hurt … ❜ Though the other was hurt a bit so he approached slowly ❛ Your hand … I assume it hurts, would you like me to fix that ? I’m a healer and it seems my magic still works in this place ❜

As truly enough a guy walked up to him, Ahn found himself squinting to behold his figure in the dim night light. Or maybe it was just because the dull pain was still thumping in his fist. At least he hadn’t made a complete mess of himself this time, but he really needed to stop reacting outwards like that. Of course such thoughts weren’t present within his mind at all, and his only focus was on accessing the stranger wearily as he came closer.

Pulling back and cradling the injured hand with the other, he became defensive of his hands. It didn’t really seem like the ideal way to start this new city life; touch someone who was just trying to help him and expose his darkest memories. But that was just how it worked with Ahn, that was the curse he had born for most of his life. “It’s fine,” he insisted although he accidentally ended up gritting his teeth in pain as slim fingers rubbed over torn skin. “It’s just a small scratch, it’ll disappear in no time at all.” Perhaps he was being stubborn, but until he knew how to gauge the people here, it was better to just pass off as normal.

“Yes, that. A once-over and you ought to be able to do that much.” With a small chuckle she wrapped up the bouquet. Efficiency practically bled from every move, as the wrestling of all the stems ( while not disturbing the arrangement ) quickly turned to tearing and wrapping the decorative paper, and with a single twist on her wrist finished tying a brightly colored ribbon. She gently placed it into a cart that had one other order, taping a written note of the address for whoever was on delivery duty for the day. 

“You could buy one at one of the nearby stores, but it might save you time to use the ones in the store. There’s some fresh ones in the back, unless you’re sure we don’t have your size…” As she spoke she fished the keys from her apron pocket out, holding it out for him to accept. “Go ahead and take a look. You can also grab a new apron, it should be labeled on the box.”

For a moment he simply watched as she performed her flower magic, quite in awe at the display. It wasn’t that he had never set foot in a florist’s before -- he did so every year in order to bring flowers to his parents’ grave -- but it was a whole different thing actually seeing one so proficient at work. Then as she finished, almost as if the spell was broken, his face lit up in evident relief. So they really had a new pair of everything he would need, did they? That really made things easier for him.