[ Claire blinks, trying to clear the daze through which she's watched him tear through like a hurricane, only to see him now as the young person she first got to know, then care for, then love as if he were her own son. Her vision comes back into sharp focus at his words, and she reaches up to touch her cheek, wincing. ]
It's alright. [ She says the words softly, to soothe away he storm in his eyes, then presses her palm over he wounds. Her hand begins to glow with a faint blue and white light, and beneath her fingers, the marks begin to shrink back, skin stitching itself back together as blood goes back to its rightful place. When she's healed, the glow fades from her hand and she reaches out to him. ] Help me up please, dear.
[ She isn't feeble by any means, but she takes the opportunity to squeeze his hand once she's standing, then pull him into a warm embrace. ]
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It's alright. [ She says the words softly, to soothe away he storm in his eyes, then presses her palm over he wounds. Her hand begins to glow with a faint blue and white light, and beneath her fingers, the marks begin to shrink back, skin stitching itself back together as blood goes back to its rightful place. When she's healed, the glow fades from her hand and she reaches out to him. ] Help me up please, dear.
[ She isn't feeble by any means, but she takes the opportunity to squeeze his hand once she's standing, then pull him into a warm embrace. ]
I've missed you.