[There's a distinct look of disdain on Albert's face at that answer, and he steps away to dissuade her from continuing to heal him while he unbuttons his shirt. He tugs the shirt back to reveal his clavicle, raising a brow when he has pull his shirt back further to reveal more of the skin closer to his shoulder.
The black, burn-like wound had clearly receded, away from the edge of his clavicle. A little more than a square inch of skin restored to its normal pallor. Considering the slow progression of the curse on a day-to-day basis and Raine's ability to only keep that progression at bay...
He doesn't realize that he had been holding his breath until a breathless little laugh escapes him. Inwardly, that smugness asserts itself even further.]
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The black, burn-like wound had clearly receded, away from the edge of his clavicle. A little more than a square inch of skin restored to its normal pallor. Considering the slow progression of the curse on a day-to-day basis and Raine's ability to only keep that progression at bay...
He doesn't realize that he had been holding his breath until a breathless little laugh escapes him. Inwardly, that smugness asserts itself even further.]
It's working.