After the Pharaoh left the room, Isis looked down in wonder at the man on the cushions. Was this really the same man as before? His features stated that he was, but his complete shift in demeanor was what confounded her. She didnât believe that their king had raised a hand against the pale, petite man, indeed the injuries she was summoned to see to had likely been ones sustained from his previous master. So what had caused this change?
 âI do not see a need for healing as a waste of time, fret not of it,â was her answer as she knelt close beside the pale man. âNo payment is required, I do however ask that you let me know if something I do hurts. I will be hovering my hands over you and using magic to get a feel of the injuries you have. Please stay as relaxed as you can.â
 With that she called her magic to her hands, the task made easy through long years of practice before hovering her palms over the young man below. Her thoughts however, strayed back to the change in this manâs demeanor toward the Pharaoh once again even as she concentrated on her task. What had been said between them to cause this shift, she wondered. And what was it about this man that so drew the Pharaohâs attention. It had to be something more than just the similar hair and the fact he was so clearly exotic.
 There had been many foreigners that come and gone from the palace. None of them had seemed to catch their kingâs attention, but this one did. To ask this foreign man himself would be an insult. And she didnât want his demeanor possibly changing back to what it had been before. Probably for the best to leave the inner questions to be for now. Besides, the answers would be revealed in due time she was sure.
 Now, she was a assigned a task and blinked when she found several areas that could and would cause pain to anyone.
 âAh, I have found the cause of pain. Not only is there deep bruising but pinched nerves and pulled muscles as well. I can heal it for you, but it may be uncomfortable until I have finished. I apologize if it is.â
 She planned to do so regardless of what Yuugi said, her Pharaoh was expecting of her. But she felt it necessary to give him a warning ahead of time. So now that her warning was given, the magic changed to become healing rather than scanning as she moved her palms to hover over the areas she spoke of.
 Meanwhile, Atemu stood outside the room, though he wasnât so far outside it that he couldnât just make out everything being said. Pinched nerves, pulled muscles and deep bruising? Gods, no wonder heâd been so uncomfortable. Just those things by themselves could be very painful on their own. But all of them together?
 Hopefully, the healing process wouldnât cause any pain for Yuugi. Or if it did, it was minimal and over quickly.
The scanning felt weird, but it was nothing more than an odd buzz, a tingling sensation. Perhaps that was what it felt like when energy transferred from one being to the next. Yuugi wasnât entirely sure on that, but he just relaxed and waited for Isis to do as she needed. He sighed when she came back with her diagnosis, giving him no time to voice any oppositions before she got to work.
âOuch!â Yuugi hugged the pillows beneath him, tighter, at the feeling. It was sore and rather an annoying feeling, a constant irritation that he couldnât wriggle away from. âDoes it have to sting so much?â he grumbled, before hiding his face in one of those pillows, his shoulders tense.
Yuugi didnât consider himself as one with a high pain tolerance. Despite constant beatings from bullies and all the other harrowing trials his body had been put through, just because he could keep standing back up didnât mean he was unaffected by the pain. If he had a choice in the matter, he would have whined and cried his way through it, yet even still, Yuugi knew that doing such things wouldnât help and thereâd still be expectations of him.
It was how he was able to dance while in such pain, to begin with.
âNo offense, but there really should be some spells developed to numb the injured areas beforehand; I canât imagine many people can sit still and take this,â Yuugi huffed, softly. It was clear he wasnât mad at the Priestess for doing her job, just irritated with the situation as he prayed for it to be over, soon.
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