[ The heated water should be soothing. It's not. All it does is remind him of what's brought them here.
Other than a hiss as the cloth brushes over the burns, he's quiet, focusing on the magic that binds the three of them. The thread hasn't broken, but it's also silent. Unconscious still, maybe. He hopes it stays that way for awhile yet. And that the silence doesn't mean something worse.
He scrubs at his fingers while she works on his wounds, washing blood and dirt out from under his sharpened nails. The water quickly stains pink, murky.
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Other than a hiss as the cloth brushes over the burns, he's quiet, focusing on the magic that binds the three of them. The thread hasn't broken, but it's also silent. Unconscious still, maybe. He hopes it stays that way for awhile yet. And that the silence doesn't mean something worse.
He scrubs at his fingers while she works on his wounds, washing blood and dirt out from under his sharpened nails. The water quickly stains pink, murky.
Eventually, he has to ask. ] Do you feel him?