[ For a moment, his brow creases in genuine surprise. ]
I won't go drinking it, then.
[ John steps forward, and his touch is gentle: he takes Terry's arm in steady hands, smooths a finger along the edge of the loosened bandage to draw it free of the wound. ]
This doesn't look too bad. An easy fix.
[ And it is. He closes his palm over the gash, and what happens next can be described only as magic: it is an intense, burning flare of invisible power between them, a sudden citrus tang to the air. The skin and muscle knits together. The blood dries to nothing and flakes away. ]
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I won't go drinking it, then.
[ John steps forward, and his touch is gentle: he takes Terry's arm in steady hands, smooths a finger along the edge of the loosened bandage to draw it free of the wound. ]
This doesn't look too bad. An easy fix.
[ And it is. He closes his palm over the gash, and what happens next can be described only as magic: it is an intense, burning flare of invisible power between them, a sudden citrus tang to the air. The skin and muscle knits together. The blood dries to nothing and flakes away. ]