Clothes
"Summoner, you've been staring rather intently at me during this training session with Lukas… It's beginning to become a little unnerving. Is there something I can assist you with?" Alfonse asked as he wiped sweat from his brow. The summoner's eyes narrowed as they stared down the Askr prince.
"I'm studying your clothes." He blinked owlishly and looked down at his training attire. Rather than his royal armor he had decided to simply wear a brown tunic and his white pants. He had wanted to train his power more than his speed and the armor and cape usually slowed him down.
"Is it because you're not used to me outside of armor?" He questioned. However he knew that couldn't be right as soon as he said it or the summoner would have been looking at Lukas as well since the ginger wore a similar casual outfit to his own.
"They're healing…"
"Excuse me?" The summoner stood and waved at him frantically.
"Your clothes heal! I don't know how I've never noticed before!"
"I don't think I'm following…" The summoner breathed deeply and put their hands together in front of them.
"Do staves repair clothing?"
"Of course not, they only help mend flesh and ease pain. Trained healers can do more than that such as-"
"So staves don't fix clothing," the summoner interrupted. He sighed and closed his mouth with a shake of his head. "Okay… Lachesis! Could you come closer please?" The blond healer tilted her head curiously, having been sitting on the sidelines and offering psychic healing whenever the two men got a little too into their sparring.
"Yes, Summoner?" She questioned.
"Just wait here until I call you." Her mouth opened in a confused 'o' but the summoner moved away from her to stand in front of Alfonse.
Alfonse's blue gaze widened as the summoner fished a little dagger from inside their cloak. He remembered Sonya had been the one who insisted they carry it with them. A non-combatant on the field… I can't help, but worry about you!
"You trust me, right?" Alfonse moved his gaze up to meet the summoner's and frowned faintly.
"Of course, Summoner. We are two halves of the same whole. I'd trust you completely."
"Great! This is in the name of science!"
"The name of-augh!" Alfonse cried out with pain as the summoner flicked their wrist down and cleanly slashed a line diagonally across his chest. His shirt tore open as the tip's blade kissed his skin to open a shallow cut.
"What are you doing, Summoner?" Lukas gasped out as he hurried forward to take their shoulder and jerk them back.
"Lachesis, you're up," the summoner merely chirped as they cleaned their dagger with a careless air.
"Y-yes!" The healer raised her staff and Alfonse winced as warmth seeped into the wound. He watched with shock however as after the wound stitched back together, so did the tear in his shirt. He stared a moment as he tugged at the tunic to notice not a single bit of damage to it.
"See! That, right there! When you get healed your clothes and armor repair too! How does that work?" Lukas blinked at the summoner's outburst and let his hand fall from their shoulder.
"You… harmed your friend-and prince-just to prove a point…?"
"Of course not! I was answering a hypothesis. Which is totally different."
"I wish you had explained a little bit more in depth than simply attacking me," Alfonse grumbled as he met the summoner's gaze. The summoner grinned and Alfonse cursed his lips for lifting in response.
"Now where's the fun in that? We should explore this theory a little more though! Will clothes mend without wounds? Can armor be repaired and bettered this way? The possibilities are endless!" Alfonse sighed as the summoner continued to ramble on, looking over at Lukas and Lachesis with a shrug of his shoulder.
"That's my other half for you…"
A/N: No one talks about how the damaged art has all kinds of rips and stuff but magically gets fixed after healing so this is the explanation. Maybe staves do laundry too that'd be nice.
