@n0nesse
Usually, Noi let her own inner smoke do the healing when she was injured. It wasn’t as quick as the near-instantaneous effects of her released smoke, especially depending on the gravity of the wound, but she liked to relish in reminders of particularly good fights.
Here, though? There were no good fights. She sat hunched over on the sidewalk, cradling a broken arm--received not from any worthwhile endeavor, just simple carelessness. Already it was beginning to mend itself, but Noi unlatched the mouth of her mask, heaved a great sigh, and released a plume of black smoke that enveloped her arm.
“So annoying,” she hissed. When the smoke cleared, the arm she was cradling had returned to its un-broken state, and she extended and flexed her fingers for good measure. Good as new. Noi looked as though she was about to get up, still brewing in her frustration, when she noticed the small figure intently watching her across the way.
She had half a mind to ignore them. Instead, she gave a small wave. Whatever. Who cares. Not her.