John doesn't know what to expect exactly. A part of him wants to screw his eyes shut to protect himself from whatever pain might be coming, but he holds himself steady, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he feels the younger man's magic wash over him.
It -- does sting, a little. But not terribly. Lord John has been shot. He has survived a canon explosion. He suffered this injury in the first place. Comparatively speaking, the stinging of the young man's magic -- for that must be what it is -- really isn't all that bad.
And when it is done and the initial burn wears off, John does feel better. Hesitantly, he turns to look towards the younger man and realizes that he can turn his eye his way, for the first time in days. He lets out the breath of a laugh, reaching forward to squeeze the younger man's arm.
"You -- are a miracle worker," he exclaims, grinning broadly, pleased that while his face might not entirely have healed, it doesn't pull uncomfortably when he does so.
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It -- does sting, a little. But not terribly. Lord John has been shot. He has survived a canon explosion. He suffered this injury in the first place. Comparatively speaking, the stinging of the young man's magic -- for that must be what it is -- really isn't all that bad.
And when it is done and the initial burn wears off, John does feel better. Hesitantly, he turns to look towards the younger man and realizes that he can turn his eye his way, for the first time in days. He lets out the breath of a laugh, reaching forward to squeeze the younger man's arm.
"You -- are a miracle worker," he exclaims, grinning broadly, pleased that while his face might not entirely have healed, it doesn't pull uncomfortably when he does so.