Shut Up and Standby
(And I will take Mr. fluffernutter sandwich's request of Fever. Enjoy!)
"WACHOO!"
An intense sneeze blew across the camp, breaking the silence of night and ruffling Amiti's hair. The Ayuthayan prince jumped up.
"AH! My hair! Do you know how long it took to clean this?" asked the irritated Adept, pointing at his blue mop.
"Shut up, Amiti," Rief said. "Fever is sick."
"Oh, really?" Amiti said sarcastically. "I'm sooo sorry! Why does being sick let him sneeze all over me and ruin my hair?"
"Why does you being sick allow you to sneeze on my oracle's robe?" Rief retorted. "Now hush. Fever's a delicate patient and I don't want any-"
"WAAAAACHOO!" sneezed Fever. This time, he snorted, and a fireball whistled past Rief's face, singeing his hair.
"…ntch… sorry, Amiti," sniffled the Djinni. "My head hurts so much."
"Lie back down," soothed the Mercury Adept. "Tyrell?"
Tyrell, Karis, and Matthew walked to Rief's makeshift hospital in the open highlands of Teppe Ruins.
"Yeah?" Tyrell asked.
"Fever's sick again," explained Rief.
"Again?" asked Karis. "We'll never get anywhere if we have to stop every time this guy gets sick."
"Sick?" asked a voice.
"Sveta!" Rief gasped. "You scared me."
Once again, the Beastman had snuck up on the group, having a very peculiar ability to cloak herself in shadow and almost disappear.
"I'm sorry, Rief," Sveta apologized. "I was hunting and found some good plants and roots for myself, and a wild boar for all of you."
"Great, I'm starved!" Tyrell said loudly.
"Geez! Tyrell, shut up!" Rief hissed. "It's your Djinni that's sick. If I don't fix him he'll have to be on Recovery during a battle."
Sveta bent down to the sick Djinni, examining him.
"Some of my Jupiter Djinn were unused to the hot summers in Beli- in my hometown," Sveta explained quickly. "I healed them with a power known as Boon."
"Boon?" asked Rief.
"There are many healing Psynergies in Weyard," explained Sveta, "each with different effects and properties. Wish borrows from the need of the Adept, Aura drains power and energy, Ply draws on the Adept's faith that it will work, Fresh Breeze catches nature's healing powers and transfers them to the Adept, Cure works depending on how much the Adept wants to help their ally, and Boon is a favor granted by nature. A loan, if you will."
Rief was going through a book. "Boon, Boon, ah, here it is. Boon – a healing power loaned by nature. It's final form, Vital Boon, can restore up to 600 Points of Health." He looked up. "Try it."
Sveta close her eyes and put her index and middle fingers to her temples. The word Boon floated out of her mouth.
A green light flared up around her. The others looked shocked as the light grew wider and wider, and a vast nexus of green energy whirled around her. The winds were stinging and whipped their faces.
And out of the center came a single, gentle wind. The light stopped shining as the wind circled slowly down onto Fever.
"Well?" asked Rief, bending over his patient. "How do you feel?"
"WAAACHOO!" sneezed the Djinni, sending a fire ball into Rief's face. "Much better, thanks."
Rief lay in catatonic shock, his glasses melted onto his face, his mouth charred.
Several screams erupted out of the others' bags.
When Karis looked, several of her Djinn were puffed up and red. "I don't feel good," complained Jolt.
"Uh-oh," Sveta said quietly.
"What?" asked Karis in horror.
"When I said Boon was a loan from nature, I meant it," Sveta said. "Using Boon means that sooner or later, someone else will get sick because of it."
"What?" Karis repeated.
"When I said Boon-" Sveta started saying again.
Rief looked up at Sveta. "You've – been – traveling – long – enough – to know – that – Murphy's Law – loves to hate us."
Sveta looked at the still-sick Djinni Fever, sneezing fireballs everywhere and burning down the camp, to Rief, covered in third-degree burns, to Karis, running around in circles.
"I've noticed," she agreed.
"WAAACHOO!"