Jailbreak...Sorta

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was not good at the whole being cooped up thing. She had never liked having to stay in hospitals or anything like that. However, this time was worse than any others.

This time...Phoebe was scared.

Wards hadn't been put up around South Attic yet, and Phoebe was terrified that more attackers would come while she was there alone.

She had friends...she had teachers...dangerous ones that could keep her safe. They knew she was supposed to be out of class this week, but if she told them that she was scared to be alone...maybe she wouldn't get yelled at too much for leaving her bed?

It was for this reason that Phoebe was seen wrestling with her wheelchair getting out of the elevator on the lower floor. She had only hit her leg twice and she was fighting the tears from pain.

She turned the wheelchair and started making her way to where the classrooms were.


[[OOC: Come play with the hurt, scared, disobedient witch?]]

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe lays her hand on his. "Camulus, I appreciate the offer, but what would I do if healing me took the energy that it might someday need to help you? I couldn't do that to you."

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

Camulus smiles. An unpleasant smile, but one not directed at her. "A ghraidh, I can survive far longer without food or water than you can. I can heal wounds to this human body far more quickly than you can. The sarcophagus merely . . . helps."

He stands and moves over to the stone behemoth, running one hand along the knotted carvings. "A sarcophagus like this can sustain a life for hundreds of years. Its power source is almost inexhaustible, and I can replace it easily. There is no way that you could . . . use it up."