> Justin is seated in a plain, sturdy wooden chair beside a bed, upon which Razz lays. His eyes are shut tight, either in strenuous concentration or fitful slumber, and he is motionless, silent. Razz's state is difficult to determine from this vantage point; still, also, but not in the rigid attitude which Justin maintains. The scene fills most of one side of the small room the Freedom Blades assigned as quarters; an identical one, through an adjoining door, completes the suite, but it's hard to tell whose room is whose, as yet. What's going on right now is apparently the very end of some quite involved psychic surgery procedure. Razz concentrated on relaxing. Simple, isn't it? You just lie there and let go, relax, let down your defenses... Well. Concentrating on her breathing, the elf girl tried to clear her mind all but one thought - Justin knows what he's doing. It's all going to be okay. > > Justin /knew/ what he /was/ doing, is a more appropriate phrase, by this point in the operation. All he's doing now is mending the tiny gaps in her mental screens through which he entered; suturing the incisions, like. Her new perceptions should be beginning function within the next few minutes. > > Justin is't sure it should be taking all /that/ long. Perhaps he's made some connection he ought not have. He returns (apparently) to wakefulness aprubtly, and leans forwars to nudge Razz gently in the shoulder. "Right. All done, then, Razz." Razz opened her eyes abruptly, looking somewhat surprised. Done? It wasn't at /all/ like the times when Gareth or Crulath were messing around her head. "Already? I barely felt anything." > > Justin smiles, thinly. "I tried my best. You shouldn't try walking yet, though, wait until your perceptions are functioning. Y'can sit up if you like." Razz does, a bit too quickly, apparantly. Holding her head, she lifted her head again, more carefully this time. "What did you do?" > > Justin finds words with which to explain the procedure he'd just completed. "I... opened your mind up, to new ways of receiving and interpreting data, more or less." Razz might not have asked, for all she understood of that sentence. Then again, she doesn't really need to, as her mind choose that time to open up its new senses and test out its new limbs. > > Justin knows from his own experience that there's nothing he can do for her right now except catch her if she looks like she's falling, and wait until she's a trifle closer to coherence. It's a big step even from normal sight to the patterns of life and thought that you perceive with your mind, and he can only imagine it's a bigger one from complete blindness. Razz is silent, not always a good sign, but the reverse isn't always true either. Or is it suppose to be the reverse isn't always wrong? The author is confusing herself, and despite what Nick says, she is not sleepy. Not at all. She merely needs to go shop for a brain. Her head remains still, thought the young elf herself might've thought otherwise. Eventually she gets a hold of herself and turns her head towards Justin, a wondering looking coming into her face. "I can feel you," she says, breaking the silence. > > Justin nods, slowly, smiling again. "Well. I should hope so, after all of that... ahem. Is it going to be helpful, do you think? Some people can never quite adapt, they have to have it turned off again." Razz looks somewhat dazed, even as her face started to light up at the fact that she could /see/ again. "I think so..." Getting up from the bedding, she attempted to walk around the room. "Thank you."