"Nor did I." It would be a few minutes before he could use his healing ability again, and his wounds were not entirely fixed, but the pain was manageable and his skin, though red and shiny with a fresh layer from the first round of mist, was no longer bleeding. "I should not have used my gravity spike on you." He inclined his head in apology as she did the same, emerald gaze softening at the distress in her voice and the wince of regret.
When she rose to join him he reached out as well, a slow movement, careful of the subtle flicker of someone younger and less hardened in her eyes. His hand brushed past her hesitant one, heedless of the frisson of pain at the brief contact over partially-healed burns, until he could rest it lightly on her shoulder, fingers curling around the narrow span of bone and muscle. Strong, but surprisingly fragile beneath the raw flesh of his palm. He squeezed it gently, offering reassurance and forgiveness. "I am." Or he would be, once he cast his healing magic again. "But I am ready to return to the Marauder now, if you are willing?"
When she rose to join him he reached out as well, a slow movement, careful of the subtle flicker of someone younger and less hardened in her eyes. His hand brushed past her hesitant one, heedless of the frisson of pain at the brief contact over partially-healed burns, until he could rest it lightly on her shoulder, fingers curling around the narrow span of bone and muscle. Strong, but surprisingly fragile beneath the raw flesh of his palm. He squeezed it gently, offering reassurance and forgiveness. "I am." Or he would be, once he cast his healing magic again. "But I am ready to return to the Marauder now, if you are willing?"
