[He hesitates at that, briefly, then shakes his head, giving himself a sliver of indulgence by allowing his cheek to brush against her hair. It's strange and unfamiliar, but it has the same sheen, the same softness, and as messy as the cut had been, it still frames her face beautifully. It isn't as great a loss as one might be led to assume. Healing magic can be taught, after all.
And brown isn't so bad.]
You don't have to thank me for this. I'm... glad you're alright.
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And brown isn't so bad.]
You don't have to thank me for this. I'm... glad you're alright.