[He'll take that as permission to speak, and gives a firm nod in response, drawing in another sharp breath afterwards to steel himself when he feels pain shoot though the the muscles attached to those very ribs.]
Bruised, at the very least. None of them seem to be poking anywhere they shouldn't— consider me grateful for that.
[As she works, the orb marking on his chest begins to glow softly, much as it had that first day she'd tried a rune on him. It doesn't seem to be volatile, and lacks the hunger it had shown when he'd held his hand to her chest to show its power, but it recognizes her magic as something like itself, awakening in response.]
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Bruised, at the very least. None of them seem to be poking anywhere they shouldn't— consider me grateful for that.
[As she works, the orb marking on his chest begins to glow softly, much as it had that first day she'd tried a rune on him. It doesn't seem to be volatile, and lacks the hunger it had shown when he'd held his hand to her chest to show its power, but it recognizes her magic as something like itself, awakening in response.]