They fall into step easily, the air still wonderfully dreary as Sirius leads them off the boardwalk. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as he glances over at Kell, squinting against the drizzle to get an even better look at the single dark eye and the attractive face its set within and then grinning wide at the praise.

"Many can, yes. It takes quite a bit of skill and practice and the use of a wand to achieve," he says even though that's not entirely true, "but, yes. And we've a number of healing spells -- I only used the one best suited for a bleeding flesh wound." And one he'd learned and perfected only in the last year or two, a heavily necessary spell while in the midst of a war. "Do you not ever heal yourself after you've finished your blood magic or are you all but covered in scars?"