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You will likely want to keep this then if it works. We can switch out the herbs for fresher ones later if need be.

[Regis sets the basket to the side for the moment and then kneads the pillow between his hands for a few moments, letting his magic heat the rice inside. It doesn't take long for a light herbal smell to fill the air. He then holds the pillow out to Gladio.]

Drape this across where it hurts the worst. Don't be afraid to lean back to hold it in place if need be. Unlike a heating pad, this will not overheat.

[He waited and when the pillow was handed over, he took it with a smile of thanks and placed it across his shoulder. It was very warm, but it felt real damn good too. He groaned softly and did as he was told, leaning back to help hold the pillow it place.

It smelled real good as well.]

Now this I wish I'd had back on the train.

[Regis smiles when he sees that the pillow is helping. It's just a shame that Cor isn't here to see he was right about it.]

Did you have normal heating pads at least?

[The herbs help, of course, but the train had to have at least a few medical necessities...or maybe not. Regis can't help but wince has he remembers what Tony told him about how limited food was.]

Nope... I had an elf.

[He grinned over at Regis.]

I had a friend. Glorfindel. He could heal, but he could make his hands real nice and warm too. He'd try and help my shoulder sometimes, if it got too stiff.

So the elves that Tony has mentioned can use magic as the Royal line can?

[How interesting and now he has a name. Glorfindel. It sounds just as beautiful as Tony's description of them has been.]

I think a more complicated magic too...

[Gladio considered his words, and regarded Regis carefully for a long moment, before he spoke again.]

There was... someone I cared for. On the train. Someone I wanted to protect. I was able to request a certain amount of metals and commission an elf friend of Tony's, Feanor, to make something for me. I'd just expected it to be a thing that this person could wear and remember me... Feanor imbued it with his magic. Told me that when it was worn, the person would more than remember me, they'd sense me. As a protective presence...

[As he listens to Gladio's story, Regis' eyes widen, his expression becoming one of awe.]

That is incredible! Not only did he put some of himself into the gift through his work on it, he put part of you in as well.

[The only other thing that Regis knows of that could be considered similar is the Ring of the Lucii, but it is obvious that this item was made without binding Gladio's soul to it.]

He did. Made me sit with him and explain why I wanted the thing and my feelings... and somehow put them into it. It was amazing to see.

[And no, very much not binding his soul, just an impressive kind of elf magic that had left him indebted to Feanor.]

I can only imagine. I am trying to think of something to compare it to, but I am having no luck.

[But that is okay. Some things are just like that. Unique. One of a kind.]

How are you feeling? Is your shoulder loosening up any?

[When his thoughts where pulled away from his memories and back to the issue at hand, Gladio turned away from Regis to glance toward his shoulder. He sat up a bit, shifted his arm and experimentally rolled his shoulder to test how much movement he had in it. Then he smiled.]

Better. Nothin a hot bath and some rest won't fix the rest of. This thing worked wonders.

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