[...goodness, he likes you more and more Sebastian. Tea making too? But he settles in a chair nearby.]
It would, yes. So then, let me see now. [He leans a bit closer, looking at Sebastian closely. He reaches a hand out towards him, a thin wisp of something that could be smoke, but for how it moves and its vaguely purple tinge. Noooot quite human at all. But still, an injury is an injury. And he has some experience with this.]
I'm afraid this may sting. I've never had that gentle a touch. [That's the warning Sebastian gets before Rumplestiltskin lets loose, his magic racing to find its way to swarm the other's wounds, beginning the process of knitting.]
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It would, yes. So then, let me see now. [He leans a bit closer, looking at Sebastian closely. He reaches a hand out towards him, a thin wisp of something that could be smoke, but for how it moves and its vaguely purple tinge. Noooot quite human at all. But still, an injury is an injury. And he has some experience with this.]
I'm afraid this may sting. I've never had that gentle a touch. [That's the warning Sebastian gets before Rumplestiltskin lets loose, his magic racing to find its way to swarm the other's wounds, beginning the process of knitting.]