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	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, F/F ✦ KOL OC, Cʟᴇʀɪᴄ ᴏꜰ Eʟᴅᴀᴛʜ

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Rosario does not speak Arabic. She's collected a few languages over her travels, and she does know just enough of any language to ask "Do you speak English?" But she's found that some things translate through any dialect, and she reaches under her shirt to fish out her holy symbol from under her shirt and hold it up so he can see.

"I'm a cleric of Eldath." She gives him a small I'm harmless I promise smile. "I saw you were hurt and I was just trying to help."

"I do speak English, yes," he said, his accent thick. "Just not often."

His eyes squinted at the holy symbol, and then shook his head. "I know not what Eldath is. But thank you."

"Not many people know her. She tends to lay low." She gives him a small smile in return before rocking back on her heels and holding her hands out to him. "Do you think you're strong enough to stand? I can do another healing spell if you need more."

She can always re-prepare spells later. This man clearly needs her help now.

"It will depend." He groaned and shifted, going to pull his jacket down to look at his arm. The blood-soaked sleeve was where his ex-captain had slashed his off-arm when he had raised it as a block. Better to lose a limb than his neck.

Rosario's eyes follow his to his arm, and she doesn't hesitate, reaching forward to place a hand against it gently. It doesn't take long for the soft glow to extend from her hands again as the skin begins to stitch itself up and the pain begins to fade.

The blood, she can't do anything about. But at least the wound is gone.

He watched her work her magic, his eyes widening in amazement as he saw his skin knitting itself close.

"Your God has given you great powers," he whispered as to not disturb her.

She smiles softly at that, before shaking her head. "She is happy to let me help. Healing is one of her tenants." She pulls back her hands and looks him over carefully. "Anything else I should be worried about?"

"Just that I may be fall in love with you."

Rosario just snorts in response, before picking him up and hauling him to his feet. "Okay, buddy. We'll see if you're still saying that when the healing juju has worn off."

He stands up, groaning at the shifting of weight in his body and leans back against the tree. "I am not looking to that. You have... car?"

She frowns softly, before shaking her head. "Sorry. I do a lot of walking. But there's a refugee camp not too far from here that I can walk you to?"

"No, I am not refugee. I am Egyptian."

"I noticed. But that would at least give you a place to start and means to get elsewhere. And it's safe, for the most part. Most of these people are Shadowkind refugees, they don't have anywhere else to go."

He thinks for a moment, and goes to push up. "Is the camp along the water?"

She shakes her head. "No. It's just on the outskirts of the city, I think."

"There is... there are pirates about to take over a shadowkind camp... to sell as slaves..."

Her eyes widen a bit, before she turns to face him some more. "Where? How far from here?"

"North. They were going North."

"I think I know where they're heading." There aren't a lot of camps North of them, but she could think of one on the water from her travels there. She reaches into her pockets and pulls out her phone. "C'mon. I have to find reception."

He will stand up to go with her, but he's still going to be slow. Blood loss and all. "If you can warn them, it will help them. But there are many of them and they are armed."

"Yeah, well, my friends are pretty well armed too." All they need are a few combined members of the Dragon's Hide and Fire and she's pretty sure they can do all the protecting they need. She just has to get a hold of the closest office and hope they have the spare staff to help.

He took two more steps and stopped, putting his hand against the trunk of a tree. "You need to go on and stop them. I will just slow you down, I'm afraid."

Rosario also isn't sure he's going to be okay on his own, and she frowns softly, before reaching over to place a hand on his shoulder gently. "Are you sure you're going to be alright on your own?" She has doubts.

"I don't know. I never have been. It's about time I learn."

She pauses for a moment, patting down her pockets, before she pulls out a pen and reaches for his hand. "Here," she says, before scribbling a number on his palm. "This is my cell. If you run into trouble again or need help, just ... call me. I'll see what I can do to help."

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