But it is my fault, Kell thinks. He had not intended to attract those men, but his magic is a beacon. The closeness with which he can feel Sirius' eyes on his own is a reminder that he can never hide what he is. But Kell can be better at now allowing it to hurt others, and he should have found a better way to free Sirius from the metal man's hold.
He colors faintly for what sounds like praise, returning Sirius' smile, if only because Sirius' is so infectious. "If they are waiting, I must recover before I venture out again." It had only been a few fights, but Kell is exhausted, and he sits back, shrugging out of his coat to turn it to the red side and fish a pot of salve from a pocket.
Kell rubs it over his hands and arms to speed the healing of his many cuts, using a last bit of magic to fill a bowl with water for his face. "They knew to bleed me," he says, wiping the dried blood from his lips and chin. "They will exploit our weaknesses. Does your magic have any?"
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Date: 2016-03-28 07:01 pm (UTC)He colors faintly for what sounds like praise, returning Sirius' smile, if only because Sirius' is so infectious. "If they are waiting, I must recover before I venture out again." It had only been a few fights, but Kell is exhausted, and he sits back, shrugging out of his coat to turn it to the red side and fish a pot of salve from a pocket.
Kell rubs it over his hands and arms to speed the healing of his many cuts, using a last bit of magic to fill a bowl with water for his face. "They knew to bleed me," he says, wiping the dried blood from his lips and chin. "They will exploit our weaknesses. Does your magic have any?"