[ Unfortunately, the blood is prettier than your average, run of the mill blood. There's a shine to it, almost like an oil sheen except the oil sheen had more of the sensation that one was looking into a galaxy. Not that Cassian has ever thought that. He's tried his best not to think about it at any length aside from the fact that it is, in fact blood.
(He'd tasted it. Just a small lick. On a whim.) ]
A fever. Not much nausea that wouldn't be from the concussion.
[ He pauses then, lips snapping shut upon realizing that Adrian didn't know about the second concussion. Maybe it's better to keep it that way. He'd asked him here to help with the gaping wound in his thigh, not something that was now weeks old. Being chided for the lack of general care that he offers himself however may not be incredibly top of mind. Not with the way Adrian looks up at him with that imploring gaze. Inadvertently, Adrian's words place something heavy on his heart.
Since arriving, getting home has been his goal. That hasn't wavered. But what has changed has been how little he seems to care about himself, about his well-being and his life. He doesn't have a death wish. Not most of the time anyway. But Adrian's plea provides a stark realization that he had been skirting around before. After a moment of holding his gaze he seems to slouch back into the chair. ]
[ It's a good thing that Adrian doesn't know about the licking. What is with the people in his life and putting strange substances into their mouths??
At least in this case the blood was already inside of Cassian. ]
The concussion. [ Adrian repeats, looking deeply unimpressed, but he bites his tongue on the scolding he most certainly wants to give. It will just make Cassian more reluctant to tell him things like this in the future.
It helps, too, that Cassian agrees to be healed without putting up too much of a fuss. At least it means that his sense of self-preservation is strong, despite some evidence to the contrary. Adrian exhales slowly. ]
It's going to be bright. [ He gives Cassian a moment before his halo blinks into existence behind his head. Adrian drops his gaze back to the wound, and the halo gets brighter still. Just as before, the blood seems to shift to liquid gold, though the shimmer of stardust remains. The magic isn't quite as intense as it was the first time, but it's still a dose of warm and pleasant sensation that seems to ebb and flow every few seconds. ] For future reference... A fever when you have an open wound is an urgent concern. It usually means that the infection is severe. This will close the wound, but I'm going to leave you some antibiotics as well, and I would suggest you treat it gently for at least a few more days.
[ A pause as Adrian checks the wound, then determines that it's sealed well enough to dismiss his halo. The gold is even more stark against the black blood, but it's no longer a ragged open wound. He looks up at Cassian again. ] Can I ask why you are so averse to magic?
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(He'd tasted it. Just a small lick. On a whim.) ]
A fever. Not much nausea that wouldn't be from the concussion.
[ He pauses then, lips snapping shut upon realizing that Adrian didn't know about the second concussion. Maybe it's better to keep it that way. He'd asked him here to help with the gaping wound in his thigh, not something that was now weeks old. Being chided for the lack of general care that he offers himself however may not be incredibly top of mind. Not with the way Adrian looks up at him with that imploring gaze. Inadvertently, Adrian's words place something heavy on his heart.
Since arriving, getting home has been his goal. That hasn't wavered. But what has changed has been how little he seems to care about himself, about his well-being and his life. He doesn't have a death wish. Not most of the time anyway. But Adrian's plea provides a stark realization that he had been skirting around before. After a moment of holding his gaze he seems to slouch back into the chair. ]
Okay. Magic it is then.
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At least in this case the blood was already inside of Cassian. ]
The concussion. [ Adrian repeats, looking deeply unimpressed, but he bites his tongue on the scolding he most certainly wants to give. It will just make Cassian more reluctant to tell him things like this in the future.
It helps, too, that Cassian agrees to be healed without putting up too much of a fuss. At least it means that his sense of self-preservation is strong, despite some evidence to the contrary. Adrian exhales slowly. ]
It's going to be bright. [ He gives Cassian a moment before his halo blinks into existence behind his head. Adrian drops his gaze back to the wound, and the halo gets brighter still. Just as before, the blood seems to shift to liquid gold, though the shimmer of stardust remains. The magic isn't quite as intense as it was the first time, but it's still a dose of warm and pleasant sensation that seems to ebb and flow every few seconds. ] For future reference... A fever when you have an open wound is an urgent concern. It usually means that the infection is severe. This will close the wound, but I'm going to leave you some antibiotics as well, and I would suggest you treat it gently for at least a few more days.
[ A pause as Adrian checks the wound, then determines that it's sealed well enough to dismiss his halo. The gold is even more stark against the black blood, but it's no longer a ragged open wound. He looks up at Cassian again. ] Can I ask why you are so averse to magic?