❝ I did—-O-Okay, sorry, ❞ He mumbled, allowing the other to use his powers to heal Jordan, powers the deputy wasn’t so sure about. He’d grown up thinking everything in the world demanded equivalent exchange—Was Leo taking something from someone else, or giving something of his own away to heal him? The deputy groaned, breath hitched and uneven. ❝ Sorry—F-For all the trouble, ❞
When Jordan relaxed, Leo’s hand went back to the wound and his eyes rimmed in gold again, magic focusing on the fibers of all his muscles and skin. “No trouble at all, just try to stay relaxed alright?” There was nothing he could do to mitigate the cold, merciless itch and discomfort of the healing, but the results would surely please. After a couple minutes, he pulled away, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Might feel somewhat raw for a few hours."
