Sarah looked at him as she handed him his cup of tea.
"Be careful, it's hot." She said softly.
"Thank you."
"Well, it may be sort of hard to understand, but I'll try to explain it none the less. When I was younger, I learned how to absorb parts of other people, but only if they were willing. So, when I heal someone, I just absorb their injury and I take it onto myself."
Oliver was once again puzzled.
"But if you do that, then how come you aren't injured right now if you heal so often?" Oliver said in a perplexed tone.
"Another thing I found out when I was younger was that I'm not exactly normal, genetically."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, some of my chromosomes are crossed and fussed in such a way that I have an abnormal regeneration rate. In other words, when it takes you about a week to recover from a cut, it takes me about half an hour. And, so far, there has been no injury that I can't fully recover from."
"So you are just going to, like, touch me and absorb, this?" He said pointing to his bad leg.
"Basically.yes."
"Than why can't we just do it right now, why does it take so long?"
"Remember how I said the person has to be willing in order for me to absorb part of them? Well, in order for you to be willing, you have to know and trust me. How can you trust someone you just met?"
"Good point."
"And another reason it may take so long, is because I have to be positive that you really do trust me. I only get one shot at healing you. I have never been able to heal someone on a second try."
Oliver rapidly realized the seriousness of the whole trust issue.
There was a small pause in the conversation.
"Your grandfather said that you can only heal certain people, why is that? And why am I one of them?" Oliver was full of questions.
"When I absorb an injury from someone, that isn't all I absorb. I absorb a small part of their personality and memories. I don't take these from the person, I merely copy them. But they will fade after a while. And the reason I can only absorb from certain people is because if they are evil, in a sense, I will absorb part of that from them. And if I did that enough, I would become evil myself. And the reason you are one of them is because my grandfather believes that you are a good person, and he thinks that I will be safe in healing you." She said with a soft smile.
Oliver took another sip of his tea. He never knew that Dumbledore trusted him or thought that highly of him.
"You didn't know that, did you? That he thinks that highly of you I mean."
"You read minds too?" He said somewhat sarcastically.
"No, I read faces, and emotions."
Oliver simply nodded.
"Well, you must be tired from your trip. I'll show you too your room so you can get settled in. When ever you get hungry, we can have lunch."
Sarah got up and began to lead the way.
"Sarah?"
"Yeah?" She turned to face him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." She smiled.
Oliver was beginning to fall in love with that smile, the smile that lit up her face and made her look ten times as beautiful.
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"Be careful, it's hot." She said softly.
"Thank you."
"Well, it may be sort of hard to understand, but I'll try to explain it none the less. When I was younger, I learned how to absorb parts of other people, but only if they were willing. So, when I heal someone, I just absorb their injury and I take it onto myself."
Oliver was once again puzzled.
"But if you do that, then how come you aren't injured right now if you heal so often?" Oliver said in a perplexed tone.
"Another thing I found out when I was younger was that I'm not exactly normal, genetically."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, some of my chromosomes are crossed and fussed in such a way that I have an abnormal regeneration rate. In other words, when it takes you about a week to recover from a cut, it takes me about half an hour. And, so far, there has been no injury that I can't fully recover from."
"So you are just going to, like, touch me and absorb, this?" He said pointing to his bad leg.
"Basically.yes."
"Than why can't we just do it right now, why does it take so long?"
"Remember how I said the person has to be willing in order for me to absorb part of them? Well, in order for you to be willing, you have to know and trust me. How can you trust someone you just met?"
"Good point."
"And another reason it may take so long, is because I have to be positive that you really do trust me. I only get one shot at healing you. I have never been able to heal someone on a second try."
Oliver rapidly realized the seriousness of the whole trust issue.
There was a small pause in the conversation.
"Your grandfather said that you can only heal certain people, why is that? And why am I one of them?" Oliver was full of questions.
"When I absorb an injury from someone, that isn't all I absorb. I absorb a small part of their personality and memories. I don't take these from the person, I merely copy them. But they will fade after a while. And the reason I can only absorb from certain people is because if they are evil, in a sense, I will absorb part of that from them. And if I did that enough, I would become evil myself. And the reason you are one of them is because my grandfather believes that you are a good person, and he thinks that I will be safe in healing you." She said with a soft smile.
Oliver took another sip of his tea. He never knew that Dumbledore trusted him or thought that highly of him.
"You didn't know that, did you? That he thinks that highly of you I mean."
"You read minds too?" He said somewhat sarcastically.
"No, I read faces, and emotions."
Oliver simply nodded.
"Well, you must be tired from your trip. I'll show you too your room so you can get settled in. When ever you get hungry, we can have lunch."
Sarah got up and began to lead the way.
"Sarah?"
"Yeah?" She turned to face him.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." She smiled.
Oliver was beginning to fall in love with that smile, the smile that lit up her face and made her look ten times as beautiful.
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