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"I-I..." the heiress stumbled over her words, averting her eyes as though it would distract from her blush. "Of course I could! But it'd take ages, and I'm extremely busy with my studies, so I don't have time for such trivial things!" she insisted, though obviously, considering she was here, she did indeed have some bit of time. Nonetheless, she persisted.
And all the while, Ryan seemed to brighten, as her identity seemed as though it may have clicked with Ilona, judging by her question. But, before she could say anything, the bespectacled male had offered her long lost friend flowers, leading Ryan to silence herself and briefly lower her gaze. "Ahh, sorry, I suppose I'm interrupting..." she murmured, briefly scuffling her foot on the floor. She vaguely recalled this male, too, actually... But she didn't care for interrupting. Besides, if she had seen him before, it had been fleeting, and clearly Ilona knew him much better. But even so, by the time Ryan had sheepishly brought her green-eyed gaze upward again, she found herself caught in an embrace of Ilona's own initiating.
Something that made the tears she had wiped from her eyes come right back, her smile doing the same, as she felt Ilona's own tears hit her shoulders. Without hesitation, she returned the embrace with surprising passion, considering neither of them had recognized each other moments ago.
"It's me," she repeated through the tears, letting out a short laugh of delight. "And it's you! Oh my gosh, it's really, really you..." she added with what couldn't be described as anything less than pure, wholehearted delight and joy. "Lona, I can't believe it. I can't believe it's you. I'm so glad you're here and okay, I...-"
There was a pause as her friend pulled away, and Ryan more intently scrubbed her tears away, smile everpresent. "...Yes. it's real. It has to be. You can pinch me if you don't believe it," she laughed lightly, eyes still shining where tears had remained before. "...And it's alright, don't worry. I didn't recognize you at first, either. You're so much taller! And you look so nice, too! I mean, you were just as pretty back then, but--"
THUNK
Well, that was enough to immediately pull Ryan's attention away, widened green eyes landing on the knocked aside form of Mason. "Ah! H-hang on!" she called to him just before he began to lose consciousness, scrambling over herself to get to the boy's side, momentarily panicking... Only because, since seeing so many people die, she was much less strict about when she would heal others. Any injury could lead to something else, and she couldn't live with herself if more people died.
So, kneeling by Mason's unconscious form so quickly the skirt momentarily was puffed upwards, the thaumaturge was quick to place practiced, gentle hands on Mason's chest, evidently focusing very intently. Briefly closing her eyes with furrowed brows, she took a deep breath as healing energy flowed from her nimble fingertips into Mason, undoubtedly healing his injury. Hopefully enough for him to regain consciousness....
@Mason Moretti @Klutzy Ninja Kitty @Verite @DBZ7