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[For the first month Law had Kyoko coming to his office once a week for a check-up. The first week he ran labs of all kinds to make sure her body was doing everything it was supposed to (she whined and complained the entire time). After that it was all very routine -- checking her heart, her breathing, her blood pressure, and her reflexes. He asked all the standard questions, followed all the standard procedures. It was a precaution and nothing more.

This was a different world. The rules he was used to back home might not have applied quite like he was used to. Not only that, but Kyoko's body had been without her soul for so long that he just wanted to make sure nothing had the chance to go wrong.

All in all she was in great health. She had some lingering cuts and bruises from her previous fights that she could no longer magic away, but other than that there was nothing wrong with her. She was a perfectly healthy fourteen year old girl.

And he was glad. So, so very glad. Kyoko was able to start living a normal life again. She'd told him that she even started going back to school (something her little brother had been thrilled about). Seeing her smiling and happy and living was wonderful. It filled him with a sense of pride, a sense of fulfillment that he'd never felt before.

He did something worthwhile. He did something that would have made Cora-san proud.

After that first month she started to develop a slight pallid look to her skin. It might have been nothing to worry about, perhaps she had caught a bit of a bug, but nonetheless Law advised her to come back two weeks. She complained, of course. After all, he had promised her that after the first month he would only have her come back once a month, but her health and well-being was more important than a minor inconvenience and a short visit to the doctor.

Two weeks later and here they are. Kyoko up on the examination table while Law busied himself with taking her vitals.

She still looked pale.]

How are you feeling, Kyoko? Any better?

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[There's none of the usual complaints this time. Kyoko stares off to the side, almost in a daze, and it takes a moment for the question to register. There's a confused little "huh," followed by the shake of her head. It hadn't gotten worse, not really, but to say it was better would be wrong too. No, something was definitely wrong--the quiet worry on Czes' face over the last couple weeks was enough to tell her that.

Something was wrong, but it probably wasn't anything as major as those two were making it out to be. She was just tired, so tired that it made her dizzy and it felt like no amount of sleep would ever be enough, because she's been pushing herself so much. That's all.]

Uh, well... This body is kind of hard to get used to, y'know.

[It's not that anything's wrong... It's just that, it's only now that she can say she's starting to really remember how to live as a human. She shifts, visibly uncomfortable with the the question.]

Probably been overdoing it a little, y'know.