Carden watches him for a moment and then grins slightly, crossing over to stand right in front of him, between his legs if he'll let him, after he takes his shoes off,

"More than just your wrists then?" he turns his back to Azwel, wrapping his hands delicately around one of his wrists, careful to not touch the burnt places as he brings it up to his mouth, laying a gentle kiss against the skin there, a pulse of magic from the touch burrowing in to heal the smaller hurt. Azwel's vulnerability always makes Carden turn even more tender than usual and this is no exception.