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Powers. They had never played a major part in Roan's life, if he were to reflect back on things. He possessed elementals, yes, but he didn't consider his control of electricity to be a vital part of him. In fact, his electrical elementals coming to him were usually a sign of something bad that had happened or was soon to come. They had, after all, first manifested after a horrible nightmare, with him lashing out and not only hurting another Typhooner, but his mama as well. For months after that incident, he had been terrified about calling upon those same powers once more. After all, what if he couldn't control them? What if he ended up hurting someone else, or what if his powers got out of control, and he ended dying? Many questions had lingered on his mind in those days, but he had eventually gotten over his fears, learning to control electricity and bend it to his every whim. He had never gone so far, however, as to have it cover his entire body. He never imagined having a coat made entirely of electricity, like the one that Wavepool had once had – not that Roan knew about that. All he really knew about Wave at this point was that she had come from somewhere far away, and she had medical knowledge.

He had noticed her staring wistfully towards the sea, of course. He would've had to be a blind idiot to not notice the way she clearly yearned for what she had presumably lost. Still, he didn't mention anything about it – at least, not aloud. As the soothsayer of The Typhoon, he did have some responsibility to keep track of the mental health of his fellow Typhooners, but how could he help in this situation? It wasn't as if he could just drop her back wherever she had come from. He could fly, sure, but he had no idea of where Wave had come from, or how to possibly get back there. So instead, he just settled for keeping track of her physical injuries. He watched her carefully, making sure that her ribs and various other smaller injuries were healing in a satisfactory way. He couldn't do anything about her heart, but that was hardly all that surprising. Even with all of the medical knowledge in the universe, he wouldn't be able to just change or cure someone's medical condition. Instead, that was just yet another thing that he opted to keep an eye on, wanting to make sure that she was back to the peak condition that she could achieve before he allowed her to leave the temple.

Of course, Roan's patients also had an unfortunate habit of being extremely stubborn people. And as a result, the medic was hardly surprised when he entered the temple that day, only to see that Wavepool was gone. A heavy sigh left him as he moved into his little "den," grabbing his satchel and slinging it around his waist before he headed off after her scent. It didn't take long before he reached the stream where she was laying, although he did freeze up when he noticed what was going on. She was... crying? That was hardly great, especially considering the siamese's earlier mentioned very rusty therapist skills. He couldn't just turn around and go, though. He had promised himself that he would keep an eye on her, and this was part of that. A soft sigh left Roan as he grew closer, voice dry as he spoke up, "Here you are. You know, I'm beginning to think you don't like my home very much." It was meant to be a fairly lighthearted joke, although it could occasionally be hard to tell with how deadpan the soothsayer's tone was.

As he sat down beside Wave at the edge of the stream, Roan reached out a dark paw to drag it over the surface of the water, muttering mostly to himself, "You can tell it's getting warmer... this was freezing for weeks." He then turned his blue gaze towards Wavepool herself, biting down on the inside of his cheek. What was he supposed to say, in a situation like this? Eventually, he just decided to answer her question, shaking his head from side to side, "You want to know what you're supposed to do? You're supposed to keep living. Listen... I don't know what the hell your life was like before you got here. But what I do know is that the world can be an incredible bitch sometimes. And the only way you can combat that is by keeping your head up, and being a bitch right back. Wallowing around in sadness... it's not gonna help anyone. Not you, and certainly not anyone that you left behind. They'd want you to be happy and thriving, I'm sure, wherever you were." It was hardly the most stellar motivational speech in the world, but it was trying. And that was really all you could ask from Roan in a situation like this.

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