A quick brush through her hair assures that it isn't sticking anymore, at least. The lump in his hand turns into something akin to a crystal or a needle, and he unceremoniously flicks the floating object behind him. It cracks against the wall, harmless and already out of his memory.
He leans back, looking pleased enough with his handiwork. It wasn't that hard. "It'll be a little tender for a while, I think. But not bad."
He touches her arm next, fingers tracing over her skin. "Where else does it hurt?"
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A quick brush through her hair assures that it isn't sticking anymore, at least. The lump in his hand turns into something akin to a crystal or a needle, and he unceremoniously flicks the floating object behind him. It cracks against the wall, harmless and already out of his memory.
He leans back, looking pleased enough with his handiwork. It wasn't that hard. "It'll be a little tender for a while, I think. But not bad."
He touches her arm next, fingers tracing over her skin. "Where else does it hurt?"