Lance offered his healer friend a shrug and a smile. The man had
given Lance one of those looks. The look over the top of his glasses
that asked why he was tolerating this visit. The man set to work
examining Crow’s head wound as Lance stood nearby. He crossed his arms
as he found a clear space near a wall to lean.
“Don’t worry
about it. I’ll take care of whatever
Arthurioux
wants or needs. He’s been taking care of me for some time.” Lance
offered Crow a grin. “Just because Skyfire is a dull post doesn’t mean I
stay out of trouble.”
“Hardly ever mind you.”
Arthurioux
shook his head and sighed towards Lance. His hands were gentle as he
took to cleaning the head wound first before even making any attempts
with healing magic. “You’ve been in your fair share of fights in the
Brume with that Duskwight before. What was his name?”
“Let’s not bring him up.” Lance scowled an looked away.
“Lance
is a bleeding heart. Either he ends up on my doorstep or he comes with
someone else.” The older man explained to Crow as he checked over his
work before moving onto the healing magic, hoping to relieve the pain
and any serious damage that the young man might have suffered. “He means
well though.”
( @crowbrume from here – repost cause tumblr forgot to tell you an it’s way back in my posts now. This was just easier.)
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