"Anything. Anything you want." Felix's throat is tight, his own cheeks wet. Jim wants him here. Jim wants him close. He has a hand running through Jim's hair without thinking, heart pounding with mingled joy and fear.
"I'll... I'll get the potions." He has to pull away. Has to go looking, though in the end it's fruitless and he sits back down with Jim. Trying to hide the uncertainty in his face. "Okay. Let me... let me try this."
He's trying not to balk when the restoration magic flows over his hands. But the feel of it makes him flinch and let the spell die. Twice. Eventually he swallows and closes his eyes, wrapping his hands around Jim's wounded one and focusing on that. On the warmth of Jim's skin. On what he has to do.
I'm healing him, I need to heal him, I don't care if it hurts... The chant is silent, but his lips move along with it, so intense is his concentration. Don't think about how it feels. Just keep it flowing forward, through his hands and outward. Into the flesh that must knit, the skin that must close.
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"I'll... I'll get the potions." He has to pull away. Has to go looking, though in the end it's fruitless and he sits back down with Jim. Trying to hide the uncertainty in his face. "Okay. Let me... let me try this."
He's trying not to balk when the restoration magic flows over his hands. But the feel of it makes him flinch and let the spell die. Twice. Eventually he swallows and closes his eyes, wrapping his hands around Jim's wounded one and focusing on that. On the warmth of Jim's skin. On what he has to do.
I'm healing him, I need to heal him, I don't care if it hurts... The chant is silent, but his lips move along with it, so intense is his concentration. Don't think about how it feels. Just keep it flowing forward, through his hands and outward. Into the flesh that must knit, the skin that must close.