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Steven lives in Helian's Glade and can usually be found somewhere in the gardens. Letters can be left on his bed, which is made of moss and several supernaturally large blooms, or the drawer filled stump where he keeps his belongings. He is responsive to network communications but prefers not to speak one on one over them.

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"I... guess," he says, sounding unsure. He looks down at some nearby flowers, frowning apprehensively.
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He didn't outright deny it, which is what Yuya was expecting, so he looks down at those same flowers and crouches down, reaching for a stem. He presses his fingers to it, crushing a space until the flower tips over from the weak segment.
Yuya looks up at Steven. "Something like that?"
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Steven winces a little when Yuya breaks the flower stem. It's really dumb, but it just feels rude somehow, to damage a living thing just so you can practice on it. Has he always been this weird about plants? Probably not.
He shakes it off, though, and comes over to kneel next to it.
"Um, yeah, that's fine..." He runs his fingers under the stem, helping to support the weight of its blossom. "I guess the most basic thing is that you have to figure out how to push your energy into the wound."
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And he focuses.
And focuses.
And focuses.
"... Nothing's happening."
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He strokes the stem of the plant thoughtfully.
"Hmm... how about this... what does it feel like to you when you're making an illusion? Do you feel like you have to put energy into it?"
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Thankfully, he's gotten enough pestering about his lack of clothes and he hasn't even streaked!!
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Maybe less literally, but working magic has always felt like something that came from within, for Steven.
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He holds his hands out and tries to think like that, pushing the globe out of him. Then his fingertips start to glow, almost sparkling.
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Steven smiles at the sight of the light forming, it in itself being a comforting and familiar presence. He reaches out and cups his hand beneath one of Yuya's guiding it towards the flower.
"Great! Now, try taking the energy you're putting towards the light, and direct it into the flower instead."
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His hand starts to dim, and instead the flower begins to glow and sparkle with light. It's not healing, but he got part of it?
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"Perfect," he says. "Now... try to take that magic... and use it to give the flower strength. Organic things can heal themselves, so all you need to do is give it the power to heal faster and better than it could on its own."
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Steven can see the stem partially right itself, as Yuya's magic strengthens it.
"It's working," he observes, grinning. Maybe this isn't so hard after all.
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"Yep!" He beams. "Did you feel any of the stuff I was talking about?"
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He holds his hands to the stem again, fingers glowing and transfering that to the flower. He feels it more this time, not just because he's paying more attention.
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"Once you get used to it, you can sort of... focus on the stuff that needs the most fixing? And guide it together with your... thoughts, I guess. For deeper wounds, it's better to get the deepest damage first, and then heal towards the surface. But... I'm still kind of figuring that out myself."
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Steven gestures with his hands, unable to get across what he is trying to imply. He sighs.
"It's just like... trying to build on a wonky foundation, you know? At least, that's how it feels to me."
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He draws his hands back when the flower's stem is mostly healed, the light in his hands disappearing. The flower still sparkles a little, though. He looks over it proudly.
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Steven looks at the flower appraisingly and then smiles.
"You figured that out really fast! Plants are pretty easy... skin is pretty easy, too. It's the inside stuff that gets tricky. I bet you could figure out healing scratches in no time, though."
He rubs his mane.
"...I'm just not sure how to test that without hurting myself."
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"Uh, but I don't really want you to hurt yourself on purpose. You can call me if you ever prick yourself on the roses again?" Or any other extremely mild injuries.
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"What if I just..."
He takes his jewel-like nails and drags them across the back of his hand, not hard enough to actually cut himself, but enough to make his skin flush with mild irritation.
"There! Try that."
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"It's okay! It doesn't even hurt. It's just a little pink."
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