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"No, I don't think so..." Not letting go of the bat, she walked around him quickly. "But you can tell me what you're looking for and I'll see if I can get it. I really want to help, but you're creepy." She said honestly and then sighed. "There were a lot of stuff in here, but it was moved to make space for this library to exist."

"Can," he grunted at another strike of pain, but continued, "can you perform?" He wondered if she understood what that meant. To perform was to produce magic and with all the runes and books in the room he didn't exactly doubt that she had the ability. It would be much more helpful if she did and he could instruct her to make a potion which he thought was much better than going to faulty doctors.

The girl blinked a few time before getting it, and gave a nod. "I've never done it before. It isn't exactly my field, but know I can." She walked towards him and as before, tried to help him to walk, this time over to a couch where he could be more confortable.

"Good," he held his breath as he walked him over to the sofa and tried not to plop himself down onto it when they got there. Vigilantly he settled onto it, finally taking in a breath once he sat and looked up at her. His mouth was open to speak, but couldn't gather the breath to say anything.

Kenzie grabbed one of the old blankets the had stored there and draped it over his shoulders. "I'm sure my mom left some of whatever you were looking for here. Just tell me and I can find it." She thought it was odd that if he'd been the previous owner of the house she hadn't gotten any flashs about him when her mother and her had just moved.

At her words, his eyes trailed to a cupboard that she hopefully could reach. Most of his things were obviously gone, but he knew the potions had to be there. He used magic to guard it so she must have not touched it yet.

"There," he gestured toward the cupboard. Sticking to one word sentences would have to work until he could speak without having to pay for it.

Kenzie shifted her gaze to the cupboard and and raised her arm to search for what he wanted. Her hand touched glass. She grabbed the object, which was a small flask and examined it closely. "This is..." It was old, very old. "A healing potion." And that too. Giving him a weird look she handed it to him.

He took the potion, but didn't put it anywhere near his mouth. Potion wasn't meant to drink. Instead he poured some on his hand and it began to glow which meant it was beginning its work. He reached under his shirt to his ribs and rubbed the solvent on his skin. The glow could be seen through the fabric. He then poured more on his hand, bringing it under his shirt and to his shoulder then sighed heavily.

She stayed silent while he worked healing his wounds. Where had that thing been when she had fallen from her bike the month before? "Better now?" Her arms were crossed, and she was looking at him expectantly. "Explanation time."

"Ah," he set down the half empty flask, shifting his position on the couch to sit up properly, "Where do I begin..? I'm a Trait wielder, but through time the name has become a wizard, which I don't really think is the right label for it."

The glowing began to fade as it would continue it's work under his skin.

Kenzie knew strange things happened in the world, she was a living proof of it, but she'd never heard of Trait Wielders. "What kind of wizard is that? What can you do?" She'd a pile of more questions but for now, those were the main ones. The old couch creaked under his weight. It'd definetely seen better days.

"It's like having the power to use science to do just about anything," he brushed his hair from his face, "There's no such thing as magic unless you know its origin and I happen to be.. The origin. There are users of magic. You. And there are the Trait Wielders. Me."

She sat down on the couch next to him, feeling suddenly tired. "That's so..." She searched for an appropiate word that could describe it. "Interesting. I'd never heard of something like that. So you're a Trait Wielder. That doesn't explain why you showed up here almost dying."

"I wasn't dying," he muttered as he glared at her briefly before returning his attention to her question. "I got into a quarrel with another Trait Wielder and he's in no better condition than I am."

"Sure, whatever you say." Kenzie smiled in return to his glare. "Why did you two fight?" She asked drawing her legs on the couch. It should be a good story. Maybe he had just hit his head hard while walking down the street, but even if that was the case, a few minutes more before it was time for him to go wouldn't hurt.

"It's a long story, lass," he leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes with an exasperated sigh, "I'm just extremely tired. You wouldn't mind if I stayed here would you?"

Kenzie bit her lip. "I don't know. Geez, I jus met you. I can't just let you stay in." She got up again and paced around, torn, until an idea popped in her mind. "I got it! You can stay in the garage. Mom always leaves the car outside and I won't have to worry about you being in the house because you really won't be."

Nelís then narrowed his eyes at her, muttering under his breath, "I knew I shouldn't have asked." He was more irritated than he had been in a while.

"This is technically my house. I built it," his arms crossed over his chest as he stated his point.

Kenzie stared at him for a moment before snickering. "Are you serious? I -My mom bought it. So now it's not yours anymore, Nelís." She shook her head and gestured to the stairs. "Take it or leave it." Extending her hand, she began to count. "You have three seconds to decide. One... Two..."

"Three?" He placidly sat, slumped down in the chair, "I think I'll stay here. Your help is no longer needed. Dismissed. Goodnight." He didn't mind if she tried prying him out of the sofa. It'd be amusing to watch her fail.