[It pulls that hand away, pressing it between its own, a mimicry of a gesture L himself practiced not long ago, though with very different intentions. It's drawn up, held against its chest.
It sees and feels those cuts and scratches-- of course it's aware of them-- and though its face shifts for just a moment, a touch of annoyance there, it quietly focuses, for now, on healing them, rather than scolding L for having them at all. They're shallow enough that it only takes a moment, a little touch of the healing magic it's been practicing lately.]
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[It pulls that hand away, pressing it between its own, a mimicry of a gesture L himself practiced not long ago, though with very different intentions. It's drawn up, held against its chest.
It sees and feels those cuts and scratches-- of course it's aware of them-- and though its face shifts for just a moment, a touch of annoyance there, it quietly focuses, for now, on healing them, rather than scolding L for having them at all. They're shallow enough that it only takes a moment, a little touch of the healing magic it's been practicing lately.]