the wind around the willow

all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach

Don't worry Asta - Danta doesn't plan to be gone for long. Just enough for the healer to make her initial examination, honing in on the complete mess of the butcher's arm and deciding (rightly) that it's where the bulk of her magic should be focused. The rest might have to be dealt with in more mundane means, but this can't be left; that much is evident.

Having indeed put almost all the pieces together at memory mud monster, Danta is already wrinkling his nose, stepping in closer to slip an arm back around Asta's shoulders as the healer begins her work. She warns him just before having to manipulate the abused limb, but doesn't pussyfoot around it. And Danta is sure the butcher will appreciate it later; right now when she's forcing his arm to straighten to a more natural angle so she can stitch the skin back together? A different story, probably.

The Maverick, normally impassive to the sort of gore that comes naturally to being an Ancient, finds himself strangely unwilling to watch this, focusing on drying the other man off with fire-tipped fingers feathering through his hair and across his jaw. The barman has gotten back to work too, for his part, approaching them only moments later with a large glass of brandy for Asta.

Dantalion

don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash