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Ronan had left the day shift to the nurses today, instead coming in for the evening shift with his Art of War compatriots. "So, yeah, I don't know if you guys have been in here before," he said, "so if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

The clinic was open for business. And hopefully wasn't getting any (although Ronan wouldn't object all that much, really, healing people can be terribly exciting).

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Tony studied the circles. "Okay, I don't get this thing," he said, tapping the paper, "but I think I see what you mean. You got some water here?"

Ronan nodded, getting up to grab a glass of water from the tap. "Of course. Any ideas what we could use as an impurity?"

"It's your clinic," Tony pointed out.

"Well, we can just try salt, to start," Ronan offered. "It would be a simple enough substance to get out of it."

"Also safe to drink if it doesn't work," Tony said. "You have salt around here somewhere?"

Ronan pulled some fast-food packets of salt out of his backpack. "Never leave home without 'em," he said, with a bit of a smirk. He dumped them unceremoniously into the water.

Tony studied the laptop's information, then focused on the water and spoke the words of the spell. He tried to feel the energy of the salt, planning to lift it out of the water. He could feel the water and the salt as separate things. While staying aware of the water, he concentrated on pulling the salt away from it.

He had a grasp on the salt! He tugged at it gently, but the water clung to it. He frowned, focused harder, and pulled.

The glass exploded. A chunk of it lodged in Tony's forearm. "Fuck!"

"Maybe later," Ronan said, absently, even as he was leaning forward. "May I?" he asked, glancing up at Tony's face, even as he was reaching to his bag for his healer's blade.

"Please," Tony said, mentally kicking himself for screwing up in front of Ronan. And also, OW. "That wasn't what I'd planned," he added.

"I rather figured not," Ronan said, smiling softly. A quick slice on his palm along the old scar was enough to bring the spell to perfect clarity in his mind, so associated now were the two acts. He carefully pulled the shard of glass out with his right hand before bringing his left, bloody hand over to the wound and starting the spell. Liquid syllables came forth from his lips; before long, both wounds were healed to the point of old scars, Tony's arm sealed up just as Ronan's hand was once again.

Ronan sat down rather abruptly. "... That does rather take it out of one," he said.

"Thanks," Tony said. He poked at the faint scar on his arm, but it seemed completely healed. "That's pretty damn impressive. Though," he hesitated, "do you have to do the thing with the blood each time?"

"Pain for pain," Ronan said, "and healing requires blood. Not all my spells, and not even all healing spells, but..." He shrugged. "I'm clean, though, if that's what you're worried about. And even if I weren't, there's no chance of anything getting through the spell."

"Good," Tony said. "I mean, I wasn't worried," okay, maybe a little, "but it's good to know." And 'pain for pain' - that made sense, with what Tony understood of magic theory. Everything has a price.

Alice jumped when the glass exploded. "Was it supposed to do that?"

"Definitely not," Tony said. "I was trying to separate the salt from the water. Are you okay? Did any of it get you?"

"I'm all right," she said, brushing her arms off and freeing a few errant small specks of glass. "A little panicked, but unhurt. I would have thought there were easier ways to separate salt from water."

"Probably are," Tony said. "But if I ever get stuck somewhere without clean water, I want to be able to do something. I'm really sorry."

"It's fine," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "I've had worse, I promise you, and for less reason. Are you all right?"

"Fine now," Tony said, looking at the faint mark on his arm where a shard of glass had been a few minutes ago. "Ronan fixed me up."

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