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SARONA GAYLE
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STATUS: Student, age 16, 11th Grade

ACCOLADES: Honors Society, Advanced Runic Courses, Fluent in English, French, and Japanese, member of Global Betterment of Society Coalition, can inscribe the primary Inscriptions with eyes closed

BIO: I'm good at what I do and want to learn how to be even better. Knowledge is never a crutch, only a pathway to improve one's self. If you don't believe in hard work, you're not worth my time. I only intend to leave the world after doing something worthwhile with my life. Will you? Also enjoy running, gardening, and hobby golem-making.

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The smile warms his heart. He makes a note to himself to find time to talk with hee that doesn't involve asking favors. Especially when, he notes with some guilt, she does indeed look like she's been busy enough.

"Kind of. Maybe? I was wondering if I could borrow your expertise. Specifically, I've only just realized I can finally actually ask for it."

Oh well, when he puts it that way, Sarona is definitely interested. She adjusts her glasses a bit and easily slides the stack of notebooks and papers and books onto the nearby table.

"You've come to the right girl, then, obviously," she smirks. "What runes are you working on now?"

"Blight repellents," he says rather bluntly. Though, he smiles sheepish.

"Specifically, I want something I can use that won't burn me up too. Or just go off when I don't want it to around other blighted people I care about." The more detail he gives the more of a long shot it seems. He's reminded one of the reasons he didn't pick up research again after his recovery.

"I guess, I wonder if such a thing is even possible," he sighs.

"Oh." Her eyes go a bit glassy, unseeing, her mind already looking into options and possibilities. She's reviewing different runes she's used, seen, and experimented with in her mind. The ones she keeps coming back to would make the most sense, but one of the main ingredients needs to make them work isn't exactly...

"...Well, Slim, how well do your bones grow back?"

An 'oh' and a glassy look isn't the most promising but he holds his breath. She's smart. Crazy smart. Far more than he'll ever be already. And more to the point, he trust she'll tell him if the answer is that he's out of luck.

Though he does blink a little at the answer he does get back.

"Uh." He winces. "Not... well. Probably worse than someone living. It's been a long time since my bones healed on their own." Not since he was freshly dead and that didn't last long. "I go to a friend who knows how to heal old bones. He uses magic but certain things like... if there's missing pieces or this bum leg of mine where the bone pops out, he can't fix that. But, you know if there's something I need to do I wouldn't write it off."

Sarona's nose wrinkles in a wince at that because it's not the optimal answer here. She runs a finger through her hair again, letting out a little sigh. Damn, she's tired. Stopping long enough to think about something else besides her current project has made that hit her.

"It's just that...you don't have blood. Or tissue," she explains. "And those are full of your own energy signature, which has Blight in it. You can't repel Blight without making sure to not repel your own Blight, you know? Blood and tissue would be best but since you don't have any the closest thing you've got is...well, bone marrow. And a bit of hair, but bone marrow would have the highest success rate."

The revelation is clear on his face as her explanation sinks.

"Oh... I see..." His mouth presses. He looks down. And then he steels himself.

Firmly, he says, "I can handle it. Whatever it takes. This is... really important. I don't just want to be able to do this, I need to. To get home and, well, to last, I guess."

He brings a hand up, rubbing at his arm. It would hurt. He knows that. But all the same.

"...Last year there was a monster. It hunted the dead. It could change them, make any of the dead into monsters like itself. A lot of people were hurt. I mentioned to you breaking and then shattering an arm around then." He smiles mirthlessly and then looks down again. "It did worse than that. I can't... I won't risk my family. It's why I didn't just stay home the first time I got back. I couldn't. And besides that, I'd rather put a hole in me than go through that again."

She can see how serious he is and it hurts in a way to see it. He sounds determined and desperate to her and maybe he is...maybe he should be. Losing yourself is the worst thing that can happen to anyone--she knows. She's seen it happen.

It makes her feel more awake, despite her fatigue from days of less than three hours of sleep. She's focusing on him and this new challenge he's presented her.

"You wouldn't have to feel it," she tells him. "A numbing rune and a sleep rune would knock you out until after the marrow is taken and then you're healer friend could come in and take care of the hole. Or I could slap a regeneration rune patch on you and see how that works. Might need to take a bit more marrow to sync it to you, but it'd heal you up in a couple hours."

She's a rune expert, not a doctor. She thinks it should work just as well, but she'd have to do more research on that.

He lost himself, he lost the joys in his life, every bit of love, and for a brief bit of time in there he lost even the desire to exist at all. That scares him most of all, that there's anything in the world that could make him give up on his girl.

Though, if he knew just how badly Sarona was running on fumes right about now he might have saved this for another time. Another week at least.

He looks up and listens as she makes all of this that much easier for him. This time his smile is real and deeply grateful to boot.

"You are... amazing," He tells her. "That's way more than I'd have even hoped. You can take as much as you need. In fact, here." He works his power, just up the one arm. He turns the bone over for her, letting her see a tracking rune already carved in. "A couple of hunters put this on me. You won't have to drill as deep if you stick within the pattern of it." He works his power back and the arm is flesh again. "I'll literally owe you my life, Sarona. Unlife. You know what I mean."

There's the initial burst of elation and feelings anytime someone compliments her--stupid and irrational, maybe, but she'll take her pride and ego where she can get it--and also that sense of yes, good, i'm doing good because helping people always provides the best endorphins.

"Don't thank me until the jobs done," she tells him. "I prefer five star ratings upon completion." Then Sarona turns to pick back up the stack of notebooks and binders and books she'd been carrying and motions toward the exit with her head. "How about go somewhere with better equipment and less noise restrictions?"

"I'll give you rave reviews," He tells her. And then, with he gesturing to go, he grabs his own things and follows, a book under his arm and a cane in the other hand.

He didn't expect to get started on this right now but he's not about to protest. The sooner the better and it will knock one less obstacle between him and home out of the way.

"Lead the way, Saronita."

Of course Sarona would want to get started right now. She's never been one to wait when it's time to get things done. She wants to get started and start making plans. Best way to do that is get the bone marrow and start turning it into ink.

"Come on, it'll be easier to do it in my room. I've got additional sound dampening runes so no one will be going to the RA about noise ordinance."

It's later in the day, but not so late that the golems will be getting on her about curfew. "And you can take a nap on the extra bed until it's all over."

So out of the library they go, headed right for Aube's first floor.

"Ha! Perfect!" There are not a lot of people he would trust to lead him to a soundproof room where he'd have power tools taken to him but he trust Sarona.

He looks thoughtful then.

"I haven't actually slept much these past years," He muses. "Mornings come for my kind and we're kind of just dead. No dreaming or anything. But between this and that weird thing a while ago where everyone fell asleep, I'll have about two point five whole rests. It's kind of weirdly relaxing to think about."

Aube is good, at that. Aube means he's close enough to his own dorm.

"I guess not having organs comes in handy sometimes, but geez Slim, take a nap more often." Snorting, Sarona shakes her head as they move out into the chilly air. It perks her up, shaking some of her own tiredness from her shoulders.

She moves quickly, knowing he'll keep up considering he's taller than she is even in her heels and for a guy with a limp he's no slowpoke.

"But that just means I need to be on your ass more and make sure you're taking better care of yourself."

Says the girl who thinks sleep is a suggestion for a living body.

He scoffs.

"I'll sleep when I'm double dead!" He declares, joking along. "Besides, I rest all day. The night is my oyster! Or however that saying goes."

She's right. He does keep up. In some ways it's nice, like a small bit of faith in his abilities, even if just to walk along. Of course, then she turns that thought on its head. He grins wry.

"Psh, I've already got a posse of worry warts. Look, I'm even getting a major problem fixed right now! Self care." He waves a hand. "And what about you? Who's looking after you, huh?"

"I think it says a lot more about you than it does me that you have so many people worrying about you," Sarona points out, completely sidestepping the question he'd just asked her. Because it's never about her right now, so she'll keep it completely on the real topic at hand.

She pushes open the door to Aube enjoying the warmth of the inside of the building versus the cold outside. "Come on, I'm down the hall."

He squints a little at that side-step. Also because it's difficult to argue that point even if he really, really wants to. (He never did entirely mature past twenty-three.)

"Still! I'm getting this covered! I've got it! I've got this."

He slips in through the door, following.

"But seriously, how have you been doing lately?"

"Who do you think you're asking?" she asks with a roll of her eyes, but it's fond because she knows that Héctor does care. "I'm not one of the people constantly getting into trouble around here."

She adjusts the stack of books and notes in her arms so she can get her key out. "Works in my favor really. I don't get the looks I used to for my research."

By which she means that with so many people out there getting into trouble and needing looking after, she doesn't have to deal with people getting on her about how late she stays at the library or questioning her when she's maybe doing things she shouldn't with the campus golems. Research.

"Hey! All the more reason to ask, right?" He says with a grin. "You're not hogging the terrible nightmare spotlight."

And if she does have anything going on, things might just be quiet enough they could be missed. And, liking Sarona, he wouldn't want her left under the bus.

"While I'm glad people aren't giving you flack anymore, I do kind of hope I can join you in the quiet corner soon. That would be nice."

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