"'S alright," Fishing for a handkerchief. Green flickers beneath his palm, the same shade of Nina's Anchor. "Reckon we got it."
His smile cracks slow, conscious. Takes a beat to find his eyes. Cedric doesn't makes a habit of mage healers, but that's the first he's heard of anyone laying spells for a sneeze. Alleviate the urge.
Probably it's not dangerous. Probably it's a joke. But,
"Thanks," Skin hooks in faint line, another half-moon for the sky. He's thinking: "Where's home?"
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He turns and horks snot into elbow.
"'S alright," Fishing for a handkerchief. Green flickers beneath his palm, the same shade of Nina's Anchor. "Reckon we got it."
His smile cracks slow, conscious. Takes a beat to find his eyes. Cedric doesn't makes a habit of mage healers, but that's the first he's heard of anyone laying spells for a sneeze. Alleviate the urge.
Probably it's not dangerous. Probably it's a joke. But,
"Thanks," Skin hooks in faint line, another half-moon for the sky. He's thinking: "Where's home?"