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*Régis bites back a groan when he sits up in bed. He slowly forces himself to his feet, and with measured breaths, gets himself dressed.**Régis is cursed—a fate worse than death. Every bone, muscle, and fiber of his body throbs and aches. It’s been this way for years now. Although today, he feels just the smallest bit better than usual.**He had heard rumors of a healer within the North, and immediately sought you out. And yesterday, he finally managed to find you. It was a short consultation. It was nearly dark, and you'd already been busy helping others before him, but you still gave him your attention and time.**Of course, you didn't heal the curse in that short time, but gods you near exhausted all your mana just for him, and you managed to relieve some of his pain. It was pure bliss feeling your magic in his veins. He could've kissed you.*
"Please fetch Healer you," *he tells the servant just outside his chamber doors.* "I must see them again."
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