Amani could not recall the time she had actually been extremely worried about a person. The way Amani lived her life, was like the most privileged people at Wyndham college- their main concern being themselves. It wasn’t in the typical stereotypical ‘my life is so much worst than ever else, and blah blah’ it was more in the sense that she was focused on her busy life, and she did not have the time nor did she want to make the time to worry about someone’s else issues if they did not affect her in anyway. Still, there were very few and Amani truly meant very few people, that Amani could see herself worrying about, those that brought a sense of affection in her and Tae was one of them.
She watched the rise and fall of his chest as she worked her magic, her hands delicately tracing his wounds using the little shimmering liquid. It had taken quite some time, and perhaps if the wounds were not too bad and if she was not too worried, she would have simply use illusion magic to make the wounds seem nonexistent and wave it off, instead of actually healing them. When the wounds began to clear up, and it was clear that Tae was breathing better now, she had stared at him, her eyes scanning his face before she had sighed and asked what had happened, and then adding that he looked half-dead, to which Tae had replied that he had been there before, leading to Amani having quite the un-amused expression on her face. “How much would it hurt if I was to find a way to completely undo all the magic?” She had asked as if actually considering it, “Do you think you shall die or shall you survive and come at unscratched because, you have been there before,” Her tone was mocking, and not a hint of a smile was on her face, as she finished the final touches. The shimmering liquid had done its work, and Tae’s skin now showed only faint traces of the brutal altercation. As the magic wove its final threads, closing the gaps in the tissue. “One would think you would be more inclined to take better measurements to make sure these type of situations do not keep occurring, but then again I suppose you know your body better than me.” Talking about situations, Amani still did not know what had happened to Tae, and she looked at him, signalling for him to go on and tell her what had happened.
He had gone on to tell her that he had fought with his cousin again, ending with him choking him, leading to Amani questioning in her mind why were they even in the same room until she remembered that right, the Umbra boys had their annual big sleepover today. " Who started it? " Amani had asked, perhaps if it was not Bigfoot who was the opponent, Amani would have been inclined to believe fully that the other person and not Tae had been the one who to start the fight. “And why did you not use your magic against him,” she pressed, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation . “You’re more skilled than he is. You could have ended it before it escalated.” Renlin Dunman, a 6’5 annoying male, and friends to all of the boys at Umbra- except for his own cousin. He was fairly muscular, and his height was sure some might say it could be intimidating to try and defeat but that was if you were not a magical being, something that Tae was and Tae was also far smarter, because Bigfoot really had nothing going up there for him, he was just unnecessarily tall with the brain of a fish, so despite the physical advantage, the other Dunman had, Tae could have still won, instead of letting himself be bruised like this. She stood up from her position, getting her clothes as she went into a corner and put them on. Through that very corner she had said, “Please tell me at least you got a couple of hits?” because if you were going to lose and get bruised, at least you should not go down pathetically.