“Hey, Will... I really don’t want to ask this, so forgive me, please,” Kamelya pauses, looking at him from across the table. This is a messed up, unfair thing to ask of a friend. But she’s worried that if she doesn’t, she might end up slipping back into old habits. The spirits are never quiet, her mind never feels at peace, her body never relaxes. The world is so loud; it’s at full volume non-stop and she can’t tune it out. Even her sleep is plagued with horrors these days. “I know you can heal, but what are the limits? Can you take away pain that isn’t physical? I guess I’m asking if you can heal something more mental and emotions based.”

“Now that the kids are playing and out of earshot, I want to take a second to tell you that your tits are practically popping the buttons on your shirt.” Trent isn’t exactly flirting, but... he doesn’t care if Will takes it as that. He is in great physical shape, and he deserves to be complimented on it. “It’s like I’m sitting with the Incredible Hulk. Teenage Trent is fangirling inside my head.”