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Chenjing waited until Hazzard was finished his lecture before leaning over to whisper into Dear's ear.
"I think I'm in the wrong class. I can't do anything with healing."
Dear smiled.
"That's my job."
"Oh. Okay. If you say so." Chenjing said, smiling back. "Can I learn healing magic?"
"I don't know." Dear replied honestly. "Your mother couldn't. Wrong kind of power. And you're only really good at fighting so we'd have to experiment on that one."
Chenjing nodded. |