[Yeah, yeah, he definitely didn't see it and definitely isn't smirking in response.
The salve gets a pained hiss from him, but given his expression, he's certainly pleased with it. Griss remains relaxed as she takes care of his injury despite that.]
Hah, you really think I'm that much of a handful?
[But the smirk shifts a bit to something that looks... almost pleased? Holy shit, who knew the Divine One had a sense of humor.]
[...That's just encouraging him, isn't it. Ugh. She really can't win with this, she should just leave--]
...What?
[Oh that's. Not expected. Alear kind of stares a bit for a moment--it's not as if she hasn't seen Griss's staff rank used to good effect before, but...]
Why the sudden interest? Don't tell me you're suddenly concerned about hurting me.
[...She'll hold out her arm, though; it might be stupid to do so, but it's more out of surprise than anything.]
Nah, not even slightly. But I can at least return the favor - and better for you to be healed up before you return, yeah?
[Better than having her numerous followers asking questions - or assuming the worst. So Griss takes her arm, fingers brushing over the burn for a moment as if to check just how bad it is (but he's definitely watching her expression more than that).
But he won't hold her up for too long regardless of her reaction; he summons his staff and easily heals that injury. That burn won't even leave a mark by the time he's done.]
[It's quiet when Alear says that, though--and she tenses when his hand brushes over the burn. It stings, to say the least, and she's not sure what it says about her that she doesn't pull back. It's certainly not a light burn in the slightest, and someone with less pain tolerance or resistance would've probably cried out.
Alear isn't sure what it says about her that she doesn't, or that she doesn't pull away when he could easily make it so much worse or cause her more pain. But then he brandishes his staff and it doesn't take long before the wound is just a memory, and all be told, Alear can't help but blink a bit at it.]
...Amazing. There's not even a scar left behind. [She sounds genuinely impressed.] Nothing for Vander or the others to worry over at all. I didn't realize you were so talented.
[Ugh. Alear looks right back at him before fixing him with an eyeroll of her own; she'll start to get up, though, and she'll even offer him that hand to help him up.]
Yes, yes. I'll be certain to keep that in mind. Come on, though, we should go back to the others.
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The salve gets a pained hiss from him, but given his expression, he's certainly pleased with it. Griss remains relaxed as she takes care of his injury despite that.]
Hah, you really think I'm that much of a handful?
[But the smirk shifts a bit to something that looks... almost pleased? Holy shit, who knew the Divine One had a sense of humor.]
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[Stop that, stop looking so pleased you--let her get the bandages out so she can start wrapping that up for him. Ugh!!]
And while I'm certain that vulnerary makers everywhere appreciate you keeping them in business, you could stand to not do that.
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[It's definitely a joke, though, and Griss laughs once that's out there.]
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Maybe if you stopped and thought about more than just your pleasure for a moment, you'd avoid getting scolded.
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You know that's impossible.
[He's grinning at that, though and then holds out his other hand.]
Now that you've been so kind as to tend to little ol' me, how's about you let me look at what I did to you?
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...What?
[Oh that's. Not expected. Alear kind of stares a bit for a moment--it's not as if she hasn't seen Griss's staff rank used to good effect before, but...]
Why the sudden interest? Don't tell me you're suddenly concerned about hurting me.
[...She'll hold out her arm, though; it might be stupid to do so, but it's more out of surprise than anything.]
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[Better than having her numerous followers asking questions - or assuming the worst. So Griss takes her arm, fingers brushing over the burn for a moment as if to check just how bad it is (but he's definitely watching her expression more than that).
But he won't hold her up for too long regardless of her reaction; he summons his staff and easily heals that injury. That burn won't even leave a mark by the time he's done.]
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[It's quiet when Alear says that, though--and she tenses when his hand brushes over the burn. It stings, to say the least, and she's not sure what it says about her that she doesn't pull back. It's certainly not a light burn in the slightest, and someone with less pain tolerance or resistance would've probably cried out.
Alear isn't sure what it says about her that she doesn't, or that she doesn't pull away when he could easily make it so much worse or cause her more pain. But then he brandishes his staff and it doesn't take long before the wound is just a memory, and all be told, Alear can't help but blink a bit at it.]
...Amazing. There's not even a scar left behind. [She sounds genuinely impressed.] Nothing for Vander or the others to worry over at all. I didn't realize you were so talented.
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No need to make such a fuss. I know my own magic better than anyone else, so healing it's no problem.
[Still, it's... different to hear praise from someone who isn't Zephia. And even Zephia isn't one to offer praise for something so... minor.]
You're welcome. Try not to underestimate me next time.
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Yes, yes. I'll be certain to keep that in mind. Come on, though, we should go back to the others.
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As you command, O Divine One.
[And just to be an annoyance, he holds onto her hand for just a bit too long to truly be comfortable before laughing and heading off.]