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Isaac steps into the infirmary for the first time since arriving in Milliways. A slight chink of metal sounds from the sword strapped on his back as he slowly steps inside, the tails of his yellow scarf flowing as he walks almost silently. He was here to help, if possible.

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Over at a nearby desk, there's Nefret -- she's writing, of course, in what is probably a patient log. Unless it's a letter. Unless -- well. It's most likely a patient log.

She doesn't look up, but she's the only one not either tending to a critical patient, or actually a critical patient sleeping things off.

Messy blond hair shifts slightly as the young adept turns to the girl and blinks slowly. He walks over slowly and stops out of arm's reach. "May I ask if there is some way I can help?"

Nefret, if she could read minds, would probably have laughed at being called a girl, seeing as how she's right around the age of thirty.

Always known for looking young and incredibly pure, however. ~~Stupid canon.~~

"I wouldn't know for everyone," she replies, smiling slightly. "Can't say I'm the one up for hiring. But I can definitely say you seem a little young for a doctor."

Nita's special.

Well, so is Isaac. He just thinks for a moment, then nods. "Not a doctor, but an Adept. I can use my Psyenergy to heal wounds and such. It's a type of science, I guess."

She hesitates, attempting to cover her discomfort the moment it's created.

"I'm probably not the person you'll want to talk to. I'm just a doctor. Don't know the first about those sorts of things."

He just shrugs. "I don't think many do."

"Plenty of people do, here. I just don't --" (believe in magic) "-- really know anything that might even involve it."

Isaac thinks for a moment, then nods in response. "From what I can tell, many have their own practices, but it all stems from the same source, I think."

"Most people learn it in school. Study a long time for it, too. They're not ... born with ability, it's grown into them," she says, closing her book, "it's science, not magic."

There is no magic.

Science can explain all of it.

She's sure.

pose nods. "Science...Alchemy...Psyenergy...it all stems from the same beginnings. People's constant thirst for knowledge."

"Alchemy failed. It didn't work. It isn't possible."

Insistence, because Nefret can't let herself believe in such nonsense. She'd never live that down.

Isaac smiles and shakes his head. "You must be from a different world than I am. Alchemy is a heavily studied subject among many scholars. My teacher, Kraden, is one of the greatest around Angara."

"While commonly studied, alchemy alone is a failed procedure. There's no way to say some magic words and turn whatever you like into gold. There's chemistry. Science."

Nefret, unfortunately, is not inclined to give up in what she thinks.

Her writer says sorry.

Isaac sighs and turns to the side. He holds a palm up and says softly, "Cure..." Soft, yellow specks of energy and light begin to pull from the air around him and absorb into his body. As the particles seem to vanish, his skin seems to soften and smooth, despite the harsh training he has kept up with since coming to Milliways. He opens his eyes and lets his hand slip back down to his side, then turns and takes a seat on a chair on the other side of the pathway, thinking.

Mun thinks it is alright, but Isaac is still just as stubborn...and, so is he... XD

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