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“I was surprise, what can I say.” He took his shirt off so he could see the purple bruises. “Think you can help me or refer me to someone else? I can’t take pictures with claws on my face.”
Rowan hummed pensively, and nodded. “I may be able to help yes...” He moved closer to the man, and cupped his face, closing his eyes, Rowan tried to reach for his magic. It was hard, harder than ever, but he felt it, flowing through him, warming his skin, healing Santiago’s wounds, until they were nothing more than faint pale lines on his skin. When he pulled away, he smiled, but felt a bit light-headed. “It’s not... as perfect as I would be able to if I had all my powers, but... With time the marks will fade.” He leaned against his desk, and cleared his throat. “I may need a moment to catch my breath, though...”
“I believe ye can bare the bruises, though?”












