[Wolfwood notes quietly as Ain switches between ice, to fire, to healing all in the span of just a moment or two. He's not sure he'll ever understand it- magic- but so many people have it that he's just accepted it as a fact of reality, now. Not that he'll ever be used to it, but it's just...there. As long as it's not being used against him, it's whatever.
The healing is...a thing, though. Surprising, maybe. It's gentle, and it doesn't hurt, or exhaust him like regenerating does. And when Ain tells him he's done, he'll bring his arm back to himself, flexing his fingers a bit.]
But thanks. You didn't hafta do that, it woulda' healed eventually.
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[Wolfwood notes quietly as Ain switches between ice, to fire, to healing all in the span of just a moment or two. He's not sure he'll ever understand it- magic- but so many people have it that he's just accepted it as a fact of reality, now. Not that he'll ever be used to it, but it's just...there. As long as it's not being used against him, it's whatever.
The healing is...a thing, though. Surprising, maybe. It's gentle, and it doesn't hurt, or exhaust him like regenerating does. And when Ain tells him he's done, he'll bring his arm back to himself, flexing his fingers a bit.]
But thanks. You didn't hafta do that, it woulda' healed eventually.