“I think it’s just a, just a graze, I’m not feeling too bad,” He removes his hands, allowing the other to look at his wound and assess it.
The fact that the man is still in shock and the wound is flowing freely, he thinks not. Adrenaline is likely masking the pain. “Relax. Try not to move.” Leo presses his palm to the gash and sends a wisp of energy to the tear so that he could observe the damage from the inside. The probe would have felt like a cold compress, sharp and uncomfortable to the sensitive wound. It’s followed quickly with a flare of Leo’s eyes, and another wisp of energy, this one to knit the flesh back together. This would not only feel cold, but itchy.
