Cyr blinked, peering around at the people. He wasn't really assaulted by questions, but it irritated him, seeing as he had a killer headache from the battle just then. He nodded lightly, rubbing his temples in annoyance.
"Yes, I did kill Blake." He said, allmost with regret as he continued to rub his forehead. "And no, I don't know where Tara is. Now, could you please stop talking to me? Stopping a tornado with your mind isn't rather pleasant, as you can guess."
Cyr breathed in deeply, as the girl continued to heal his arm. Cyr smiled softly at her, then grunted suddenly. There was a loud crack, and a grunt of pain from Cyr.
"Nngh..." He muttered, trying to take the pain as his arm fixed itself back into place, the woman took her hands from his arm and smiled at him, tilting her head to the side.
"There, all done!" She said cheerily, before springing off.
Cyr then looked to Ben, his eyes concerned. "Can you not find Tara...?" He inquired.
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