[After he sets the kettle to boil and the cups are prepared once the water is hot, Ferran moves towards Hans, settling a hand on his far shoulder, his arm around the redhead as he looks down at him. It's a gesture of familiar affection, even if the furrow in his brow remains.]
You'd better.
[After only another moment of pointed frowning, though, he brings his other hand around to the injury again. The touch is more gentle than it should be, honestly—and he probably should make Hans really earn it, but he closes his eyes and concentrates on the powers granted to him recently nevertheless.
The soft glow that emanates from his hand isn't quite like the healing he's used before; the light is a warm gold, and the sensation Hans will feel along his jaw is more like sunlight than anything. He doesn't want to use that man's power for this, anyway... the benevolent magic of a knight better suits the occasion.]
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You'd better.
[After only another moment of pointed frowning, though, he brings his other hand around to the injury again. The touch is more gentle than it should be, honestly—and he probably should make Hans really earn it, but he closes his eyes and concentrates on the powers granted to him recently nevertheless.
The soft glow that emanates from his hand isn't quite like the healing he's used before; the light is a warm gold, and the sensation Hans will feel along his jaw is more like sunlight than anything. He doesn't want to use that man's power for this, anyway... the benevolent magic of a knight better suits the occasion.]