[ Only half-listening, Aymeric lifts his hand away, frowning at his palm.
If this is the result of the Bond, as it must be, the witches mentioned contact—
Without explaining, seized by possibility, he lays a hand alongside Francel's neck, fingers brushing past the lower curve of his ear. He raises his other hand to his own shoulder. ]
Francel—
[ —said only to keep him still and quiet and waiting for more, allowing Aymeric a few seconds to summon the spell again. He can feel something in his shoulder being soothed, but it produces nothing pleasant enough warrant a sound like Francel made — which raises several questions he immediately sets aside. ]
Tell me whether this has healed. You can see it better than I.
[ He tugs the loose collar of his ruined shirt over his shoulder, exposing the bloody evidence of Francel's teeth, the red line down his chest. ]
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If this is the result of the Bond, as it must be, the witches mentioned contact—
Without explaining, seized by possibility, he lays a hand alongside Francel's neck, fingers brushing past the lower curve of his ear. He raises his other hand to his own shoulder. ]
Francel—
[ —said only to keep him still and quiet and waiting for more, allowing Aymeric a few seconds to summon the spell again. He can feel something in his shoulder being soothed, but it produces nothing pleasant enough warrant a sound like Francel made — which raises several questions he immediately sets aside. ]
Tell me whether this has healed. You can see it better than I.
[ He tugs the loose collar of his ruined shirt over his shoulder, exposing the bloody evidence of Francel's teeth, the red line down his chest. ]