[ He grins and laughs through his nose at that, then closes his eyes as Viktor starts tracing over his chest. Through the cut in his jerkin and shirt there are light marks where Viktor had healed him, the moon is bright enough that they sometimes glint in the light. He hasn't had time to inspect them himself - truthfully, everything that happened before they plunged into the ocean feels almost like a fever dream.
If not for the marks, he might doubt any of it happened at all.
He watches Viktor through half-lidded eyes, content right now in spite of everything else. ]
I feel fine, thanks to you.
[ He could tease about feeling damp and smelling like fish, but he takes the question seriously, wanting to soothe in return. He closes his eyes again, trying to recall those last moments. In a curious tone: ]
Is it still in there? The bullet. [ He can't feel anything, no discomfort that he supposes would come with a foreign object lodged in a healed wound. ]
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If not for the marks, he might doubt any of it happened at all.
He watches Viktor through half-lidded eyes, content right now in spite of everything else. ]
I feel fine, thanks to you.
[ He could tease about feeling damp and smelling like fish, but he takes the question seriously, wanting to soothe in return. He closes his eyes again, trying to recall those last moments. In a curious tone: ]
Is it still in there? The bullet. [ He can't feel anything, no discomfort that he supposes would come with a foreign object lodged in a healed wound. ]