I wouldn’t have let you do it. [That’s a yes about never hearing the end of it. His magic suffuses his fingers.
He drags his hand in the air over the cut. It feels like the cold in a winter wasteland. The kind of cold that cuts deep. The cut closes and the ache stops. Kaeya looks at him, watching his face.]
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He drags his hand in the air over the cut. It feels like the cold in a winter wasteland. The kind of cold that cuts deep. The cut closes and the ache stops. Kaeya looks at him, watching his face.]