Rivek's steps nearly faltered. Numbness made it harder to walk, but since it was mostly focused in his hand, he forced himself to carry on. Overall, the process was... peaceful, a soothing warmth he hadn't felt in a while. As the bruises faded, then vanished, he hardly picked up on the first part of what she had said. He did hear her mention that what he did for a living wasn't safe.
"So I've noticed," he said flatly. "But don't worry about the effects of your healing; I feel fine."
Through the fog, the faint outline of the city's skyline had just started to come into view. He breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps her optimism in saying 'when' and not 'if' was not unwarranted, after all. Quitting his job, though... well, easier said than done.
"If it was as simple as quitting, I would have, yeah," he admitted. "But this isn't a job I can just quit. Well, not legally. I could desert my post, but that's punishable by jail time or exile into the forbidden zone, depending on what the judge decides." Maybe that was what would cause his death, after all. "If I wanted to avoid both options, I'd have to go on the run, outside of the city. There isn't exactly a safe option."
As the fog thinned out, then faded entirely, he looked down at their still-joined hands. He'd been healed for a few minutes now, but hadn't even thought to take his hand away. He let go and looked away from her, focusing straight ahead as they walked back into the city.
"Anyway, Velia, thank you. I'll have to go report that I didn't find anything, but I appreciate your help in getting out of there alive."
@✩₊˚.⋆ 𝓢𝓪𝓫 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓼𝓱 ݁ ☾⋆⁺₊✧