Azwel doesn't seem to mind. In fact, Carden just sort of fitting himself into Azwel's space feels natural in a way his mind doesn't quite understand but that his soul yearns for.
"I'm healing from the fight well enough, but it's going to be painful for a while," he says. That fast healing he'd exhibited clearly is something that just happens where Azwel is from. He's no longer bleeding but he likely has some nasty bruises and tearing.
The burn on his wrist is mild, like a very localised sunburn, but tiny branching lines extend from it and bring to mind the scar left by Ivy's sword. It pulses ever so slightly with energy. Carden's magick seeping into it causes Azwel's own to reach blindly toward him and draws a quiet sigh from Azwel, himself.
"Mmm, did you come here knowing how good that magick of yours feels?" he murmurs, curling his other arm around Carden.
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Date: 2020-06-17 01:33 am (UTC)"I'm healing from the fight well enough, but it's going to be painful for a while," he says. That fast healing he'd exhibited clearly is something that just happens where Azwel is from. He's no longer bleeding but he likely has some nasty bruises and tearing.
The burn on his wrist is mild, like a very localised sunburn, but tiny branching lines extend from it and bring to mind the scar left by Ivy's sword. It pulses ever so slightly with energy. Carden's magick seeping into it causes Azwel's own to reach blindly toward him and draws a quiet sigh from Azwel, himself.
"Mmm, did you come here knowing how good that magick of yours feels?" he murmurs, curling his other arm around Carden.