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I need help.

[ It's not the kind of comment one might normally expect out of Blake; usually so independant, and reluctant to rely on others for help. But there's a barely restrained panic in her voice that she's only mostly keeping under control as she tries to be clinical and informative about what she's facing. ]

My friend, Yang... some of you will know her. Lots of blonde hair, prosthetic, yellow muscle car. Likes to make dumb puns.

She-- she fell asleep and won't wake up again. I think she's turning into a Husk. There's a layer of metal on her skin and hair.

[ A pause as Blake audibly draws breath to compose herself. ]

Do we know anything about how to reverse the process?

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[ Blake watches carefully, alert for any sign that something might go wrong. She's worried about Yang, yeah, but she's also worried that trying to heal a nearly-Husk might backfire on Ren, too. There's so many unknowns -- and she doesn't have the first clue how healing magic works anyway.

Her eyes widen in interest when shimmering green starts to rise, curling around Yang. Ren is so still, obviously deep in concentration. It starts to look like something might be happening, and then--

And then Ren just topples over.

Biting back a curse, Blake leans over to snag his shirt and catch him just before his head hits the mattress. Carefully, she lowers him down. Hovers a hand over his mouth to check for breathing, takes his pulse. Gnaws at her lower lip as she frets, but, never one to sit idle or waste time, she sets about making Ren comfortable. There's more than enough room for two on the mattress, so she slips a cushion under his head, and scares up a cold cloth to put over his forehead.

After that, all she can do is wait, sitting at the edge of the van's back, watching over them both in worry. ]