[ Sure is a giant car key. Besides looking like it could really hurt if swung hard enough at someone, it serves to channel things like that magical healing that just descended on her arm. He feels the pressure behind his temples, the prickle of magic raising the little hairs on the back of his neck and dutifully dismisses the weapon in favor of reaching for the stuff in his bag.
Problems with his own wrist have made him more than a little capable at a good wrist brace. His bright eyes cut to her beneath his silver fringe at her words, his answer, at first, is a small exhale.
He's a little embarrassed. ]
I'm more surprised it worked. Not everyone's been so lucky.
[ He says, winding gauze as he builds the splint around her wrist and arm, trying to will away the memory of the Lighthouse. Five was taken from them so soon. So many of them died that night and never returned. ]
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Problems with his own wrist have made him more than a little capable at a good wrist brace. His bright eyes cut to her beneath his silver fringe at her words, his answer, at first, is a small exhale.
He's a little embarrassed. ]
I'm more surprised it worked. Not everyone's been so lucky.
[ He says, winding gauze as he builds the splint around her wrist and arm, trying to will away the memory of the Lighthouse. Five was taken from them so soon. So many of them died that night and never returned. ]