sometime after day 5

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[ Sam’s never really reached out to the Nest in general like this before, but at this point - well, he’s running out of options. The work he’s done on his mental walls has paid off, and nothing escapes his thick cloud layer except his words, and the soft hint of wind and feathers that flavors his mental link. ]

( Seems like we got a bit of down time, and I’m looking to put it to good use. I’m getting better with my symbiote ability, but I need someone who’ll let me practice it with them.

Simple explanation is that it’s healing, with a side effect that means it’s gonna hurt. Most likely for me. I can get into specifics if you’re up for it. ) [ If it doesn’t bother them or they’re willing to overlook that it means Sam getting hurt, he means, but seeing as he’s communicating with the Nest in general, he’s not gonna say that.

He already knows more than who person who is bothered by it and never seems willing to let Sam use it on them. ]

( I’ll take as many as I can get, more training can’t hurt. )

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[ This is something else he's going to need to work on, he realizes quickly. He's gotten to the point where he can shield damn near anything out and in - long as it isn't one of his broodmates - but apparently that goes to shit when he's also got to keep the connection open enough for his symbiote ability. This is a lot more connected than he's gotten to anyone he doesn't know, and that makes him more uncomfortable than any physical injuring going on.

No better time than the present, and he struggles to find the balance as he takes Shepard's hand. Shielding himself feels just like fighting his symbiote ability, and he can't quite manage to completely separate them out before he gives in to the way it tugs at him, to the way he can practically feel it cataloging Shepard's injuries and trying to pull from him to heal them.

There's a trickle of warmth as it activates, and the gouge on Shepard's wrist closes up at the same time as one opens on his own wrist, although his is a little more healed - as though it had been inflicted hours ago instead of seconds. ]

[earthborn]

[Shepard watches the wound seal itself-- and open on Sam's arm, with a clinical detachment. She's not yet accomplished at shielding, even in ordinary circumstances, but something about this, the connection between them, makes it a two-way street. She could shut this down, if she wanted, if she really put forth effort. It's a connection, pulling the physical injury from one party to another, like transferring power-load from one battery to the next in an array. It's a circuit; cut one connection, and they all go down.

The wound degrades, too. It's beyond explanation; or was it the way the Asari always said it? Mind over matter. Man, fuck the Asari.

All this to distract her from the sensation of leather and steel at her back. From the memory of medical cuffs and the strangely muffled, disembodies voices of--]

That's a little freaky. [This said to break the tension, as sarcastic as it is, it's only a joke.] I swiped a pack of medigel on my way here, if you want it. Unless passing that thing [The wound] back and forth is part of your practice.

[miscreant]

[Even Seviilia, who had bore witness to incredible feats of magic, had to admit that wound transfer was strange to watch. Blood magic was not exactly a common practice back on Azeroth, though it was the work of a blood mage that had allowed her to be pieced back together post-resurrection. Subconsciously, she rubs the tattoos on her fingers against each other.

Eventually, she turns all the way around and allows herself to get a closer look -- slowly, more due to the fact that she doesn't trust her sense near an open wound.]

Curious.

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[ There's a soft huff at Shepard's sarcasm, somewhere between a chuckle and a snort. ]

You're telling me. [ But he shakes his head at the offer of medigel - whatever that is. ] Nah. I'm guess that's the good stuff, so it's probably better to save it for someone who isn't gonna heal this pretty quick.

[ He holds his arm steady, letting Sev take as close of a look as she wants - though he watches her a little, just in case. ]

There's still a lot I don't know about it; that's why I need to do this.