[He snorts, undignified in the extreme, and rolls his eyes as he steps forward. He swings his staff onto his back; he doesn't need it for the magic he's about to do, and going from that angry swath of purple, he'll need both hands.]
Not my first choice for a knight in shining armor, but you'll have to do. [Also a joke, mostly. He doesn't particularly like the idea of being a damsel in distress.] Now hold still.
[Because he's pressing gently, palm along the edge of the bruises he can see, checking first for cracked or broken ribs. He tries to make it as quick and painless as he can, but he isn't hesitant either, even where the bruise is darkest (especially there). His touch is efficient, steady, and practiced, even in the low light of the forest.]
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Not my first choice for a knight in shining armor, but you'll have to do. [Also a joke, mostly. He doesn't particularly like the idea of being a damsel in distress.] Now hold still.
[Because he's pressing gently, palm along the edge of the bruises he can see, checking first for cracked or broken ribs. He tries to make it as quick and painless as he can, but he isn't hesitant either, even where the bruise is darkest (especially there). His touch is efficient, steady, and practiced, even in the low light of the forest.]