(He would have stuck with the lighter if Roman wasn't actually injured. For now though, he didn't want to risk messing up on his wound. Thankfully, Will doesn't seem too bothered by the staring.
He actually doesn't even really pay it any attention. Instead, he kneels in position by Roman's arm and looks over it with critical eyes.)
Yup and you seem to really want blood.
(He'll show if you show, in other words. Thankfully for Roman he's still got some of his things too which include his healing items. He takes out a small tin of what looks to be a silver paste. He sets that aside and rips off the bottom of his own shirt into two clean strips. There's plenty excess material there anyway. One of the strips he uses to clean away the blood as gently as he could. He pulls out a disinfectant spray a moment later and gives it a light spritz over Roman's arm. He was humming idly, mouth barely forming words. But then when he dipped his fingers into the silver paste, he began to actively sing. It was a quiet, soft singing, pleasant but unless Roman understood Greek, he wouldn't catch much of any of what Will was singing as he smoothed the silver paste over the cut.
It would feel like that unique warmth again but this time a little more bone deep. His healing sadly wasn't as great as his father's. Roman wasn't going to be healed in seconds flat but the cut would be healed up far quicker than it would have normally been otherwise. Might even mostly have pulled itself back together by the next night.)
How's that feel?
(As he's already using the second strip of cloth to securely wrap up Roman's arm.)
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He actually doesn't even really pay it any attention. Instead, he kneels in position by Roman's arm and looks over it with critical eyes.)
Yup and you seem to really want blood.
(He'll show if you show, in other words. Thankfully for Roman he's still got some of his things too which include his healing items. He takes out a small tin of what looks to be a silver paste. He sets that aside and rips off the bottom of his own shirt into two clean strips. There's plenty excess material there anyway. One of the strips he uses to clean away the blood as gently as he could. He pulls out a disinfectant spray a moment later and gives it a light spritz over Roman's arm. He was humming idly, mouth barely forming words. But then when he dipped his fingers into the silver paste, he began to actively sing. It was a quiet, soft singing, pleasant but unless Roman understood Greek, he wouldn't catch much of any of what Will was singing as he smoothed the silver paste over the cut.
It would feel like that unique warmth again but this time a little more bone deep. His healing sadly wasn't as great as his father's. Roman wasn't going to be healed in seconds flat but the cut would be healed up far quicker than it would have normally been otherwise. Might even mostly have pulled itself back together by the next night.)
How's that feel?
(As he's already using the second strip of cloth to securely wrap up Roman's arm.)