[ It's murmured quietly as he works, so focused on his task that he doesn't really think about how it sounds until a small handful of quiet seconds later. At which point he pulls in a soft breath, sitting back from the wounds for a moment and glancing up at Dion, then clearing his throat and turning to preoccupy himself with his tin of salve. ]
Because your wounds were obtained in giving us a chance. I may not be directly responsible for making them, but I can be responsible for ensuring that they heal properly.
[ And responsible for making sure that Dion is not in pain because of them. He slicks his fingers with the salve, and applies it to the worst of the burns with the same gentleness as the ones on his arm. It has to hurt something awful. There's no way that it couldn't. He will have to ask Pure Vanilla if there isn't something he could apply to reduce or eliminate the pain.
But for now, as he plasters gauze pads to the ones on the front and makes his way around to Dion's back, he murmurs something softly. ]
Forgive me.
[ Because, just for this, just because he wants to relieve a little bit of Dion's pain obtained on his and Clive's behalf, he lets the Phoenix's fire light on his hand. The most gentle healing spell he can manage works its way into his skin, calming the ache and the burn. It won't last, it isn't knitting flesh together, but it will at least help for a short while. And if it draws ire from either Dion or Clive, he will take it with no amount of shame. It's the least he can do. ]
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[ It's murmured quietly as he works, so focused on his task that he doesn't really think about how it sounds until a small handful of quiet seconds later. At which point he pulls in a soft breath, sitting back from the wounds for a moment and glancing up at Dion, then clearing his throat and turning to preoccupy himself with his tin of salve. ]
Because your wounds were obtained in giving us a chance. I may not be directly responsible for making them, but I can be responsible for ensuring that they heal properly.
[ And responsible for making sure that Dion is not in pain because of them. He slicks his fingers with the salve, and applies it to the worst of the burns with the same gentleness as the ones on his arm. It has to hurt something awful. There's no way that it couldn't. He will have to ask Pure Vanilla if there isn't something he could apply to reduce or eliminate the pain.
But for now, as he plasters gauze pads to the ones on the front and makes his way around to Dion's back, he murmurs something softly. ]
Forgive me.
[ Because, just for this, just because he wants to relieve a little bit of Dion's pain obtained on his and Clive's behalf, he lets the Phoenix's fire light on his hand. The most gentle healing spell he can manage works its way into his skin, calming the ache and the burn. It won't last, it isn't knitting flesh together, but it will at least help for a short while. And if it draws ire from either Dion or Clive, he will take it with no amount of shame. It's the least he can do. ]