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Glorfindel walked into the Healing Car and pulled out a chair. He'd brought some Athelas with him from the Greenhouse car, in case anyone needed it.

He does have training as a healer, but he's also there to cheer people up, chat about whatever, and generally glow about the place, as his aura will boost any natural or magical healing abilities.

[Feel free to call him over or engage in conversation, if you are one of the many people who needs a little patching up.]

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Glorfindel thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Not as such, not like some of the others. My magic is more innate. I do have energy to spare if you can take it directly, though." He held up the palm of his hand and allowed some of the light he emitted to pool there.

"We can sure try, merow!" Cait Sith said jumping up onto the counter to be closer. His cape flew open, revealing that rather than a body he had a gem surrounded by rings, all of which rotated slowly.

Najaran licked her spoon off, bowl empty that quickly. "Be careful of the feedback," she warned them both.

"That was an attack spell," Cait Sith said, seeming unconcerned. "This won't be as spicy, I can tell already."

Glorfindel held his hand steady. The cat-headed friend was quite unusual, and did give him pause. But once you start a steady diet of strange, you don't get easily phased.

"If it is too bland, I can try something. Not sure if it would work, but I can try," he said, smiling. With his other hand he put another ladleful of soup into Najaran's bowl.

Cait Sith got closer. "You have to aim it at me," he said, whiskers and ears twitching eagerly.

Najaran happily dug in. She will keep eating till bursting, even this tired. Maybe even especially this tired.

Glorfindel frowned. He wasn't sure how to aim his power. He wasn't positive it wouldn't just dissipate if he released it.

Except there had been that one time, when they were hard pressed by orcs. But he'd never done it again. He bit his lip in concentration, his eyes closing and his eyebrows scrunching together.

After a moment, in which he focused on the pool of light in the palm of his hand, he tossed it at Cait Sith. It stayed coherent as it left his hand and flew toward the being, but was starting to unravel quickly.

The creature's central gems and rings spun faster pulling it in. "MEOW! That's good!"

Glorfindel had opened his eyes in time to see the sparkly display. He slumped back a bit in relief. "I am glad it worked!" He looked down at his hand. "I think I might be able to manage another?"

He also checked on Najaran. "How are you doing? Need another bowl? Anyone else?"

"No need, meow!" Cait Sith said happily, moving to sit at the edge of the table near Najaran so he could swing his feet, cloak back in place.

Najran yawned. "What other kinds of yummy food do we have here?" she asked, head pillowed on her arms next to her once again empty bowl.

He might have to cut her off for her own good....

"Are you the kind of cat that likes head scritches?" he asked Cait Sith.

Then his eyes were drawn to Najaran. "We have all sorts," he said softly, his voice gently sing-song. "Like pastries, and sandwiches, vegetables, and desserts, little nibbles and large meat pies, all here in the kitchen, ready for you in the morning."

She probably did need more to eat, if she were also supplying energy to her friends, but perhaps she needed sleep more right now.

"There is a kind that doesn't?" Cait Sith asked, almost appalled.

Najaran licked her lips, the melody lulling her to sleep, as he drowsiness warred with her constant desire for new and yummy foods. Sleep was winning...

Glorfindel reached over and gently started giving Caith Sith ear scritches as he sang a menu lullaby to Najaran.

[What will the cards do when he carries her back to the infirmary and puts her to bed...figure she'll wake in her own bed regardless, so easier to take her there for now!]

(They'll follow along till she releases them when she wakes up.)

The song pushed her over the edge. One hand on her spoon, one hand on the stem of the flower, she fell asleep.

Cait Sith was purring happily, and the others crowded closer, done with their food, curious about scritches.

Glorfindel looked at the others, crowding around. "Let me put her to bed, then we'll see if any of you like scritches, too, shall we?"

He carefully took the spoon away from her and tucked her hands in close, flower still with her, and then picked her up. "There are beds in the infirmary, which is where I am needed. Is that acceptable?" he asked her friends.

She curled against him.

The cards nodded. "We will stay with her till she wakes, meow."

Glorfindel carried Najaran back to the infirmary and placed her on the bed. He made sure both the flowers and the cards were tucked away safely, so if she whisked off back to her own bed she would have them with her.

He sat back down in his original spot and indicated anyone who wanted to could come sit with him. "Now, who wants ear scritches?"

He would find a cat and a furry little beast in his lap and a gremlin trying to scale - pun intended - his arm to reach his shoulder. Or possibly his head.

Fast asleep, Najaran was oblivious to it all.

[Glorfindel sits and pets and talks about various things. Do any of the cards have questions or concerns?]

They do not, or rather, all their questions are for their Cepter. But they happily take scritches and attention. Cait Sith would wander over to Najaran though and curl up to sleep against her.

[I don't know...I'm just enjoying them so much, so...how about skip?]

So she would sleep for several hours before rolling over and yawning. "Wha....?"

Glorfindel was softly singing to himself in Elvish, petting one of the card friends that had climbed onto him, when she woke.

"It's a good thing that bed is a little wider than our bunks, or you might have fallen off," Glorfindel said with a smile at her. He reached over with his free hand and started to warm the little pot of stew he'd fetched earlier.

She sniffed, sitting up as she smelled food. "Smells good...." she pushed herself more upright and absently pet Cait Sith as she did. Her eyes were still closed, however. "wha timsit Gooligan?"

Glorfindel smiled kindly at her and shook his head. "He's not here right now," he said softly. "It is about 3am Train time."

[I picked a time at random!]

Her eyes finally opened and it took her a long sleepy moment to place him... and where she was. "Oh, so it wasn't all a dream then?" She wasn't back home?

"Afraid not," he said gently. "But we do have food. Would you like to wash your face first?"

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The joys of figuring out how a creature speaks when he has like... 4 lines.

I'd buy it :)

Good, I could use the money :: teasing::

*Gives 2 cents*

Talk about putting your two cents in.

Isn't it nice that inflation hasn't affected that?

ROFLMBO. That is true.

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End or skip?

Re: End or skip?

Sure! I'm enjoying too!

Re: Sure! I'm enjoying too!

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Gives 2 cents