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Henry paused in his unsteady steps and looked up, recognizing the voice of the young woman at the station who was asking about Saber before. On top of a tree.
"More importantly, the hell are you doing -," he began, before a wave of pain coursed through him, when his hold on his arm slipped just a little. "Ugh..."
That was when Noel caught him, apologetic, and seemingly began to cast something. His first instinct was to slink away and get into cover, but he managed to hold it back as he realized whatever she was doing was relieving the pressure on his broken limb. The permeating heavy sting that was spreading through his arm at least appeared to be lessening.
"Thanks," he mumbled, recognizing healing for what it was, despite its conspicuous lack of mention on Noel's file. Only one of the many things that were missing there, it seemed. With a sigh, he turned his head back to the person who had called for him. "Yeah, I'm not doing so good."