[He really shouldn't expect it, but you know how he is. Either way, he looks over almost pleasantly to her from where he's apparently laid (collapsed) on the floor; he'd told his pals he was just gonna go fetch his extra first aid out of the lab, which!! he was!!! But yanno, stuff happens, and you just fall over.
Strangely, he only has the barest of scrapes and cuts on him that are visible. It's what makes his pale, sweaty face look a little out of place. But when she begins exerting any efforts to heal, that's where she'll find the sensation of bruised ribs and that obnoxious little hemorrhage in his gut, bleeding slow under the surface of his skin. It's something he may very well just heal from without intervention, but he'd be a moron for doing it.]
Won't take long, huh? If we're talking elevator rides, how many floors?
Should I get out my phone and play some Candy Crush?
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Strangely, he only has the barest of scrapes and cuts on him that are visible. It's what makes his pale, sweaty face look a little out of place. But when she begins exerting any efforts to heal, that's where she'll find the sensation of bruised ribs and that obnoxious little hemorrhage in his gut, bleeding slow under the surface of his skin. It's something he may very well just heal from without intervention, but he'd be a moron for doing it.]
Won't take long, huh? If we're talking elevator rides, how many floors?
Should I get out my phone and play some Candy Crush?
[Can you do a spell that seals his mouth shut?]