Superhell: Zelgadis

[polyglotti]

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[polyglotti]

[This is very het of them.

It's kind of cool actually, and she'll cup Zel's hand in both of hers. It's not a firm grab, but she's testing something else.]

Can you feel any warmth when I do this?

[hardrocklife]

[...]

Not really...

[He starts to say, then seems to rethink his answer.]

... Maybe a little.

[polyglotti]

[She smiles at that answer.]

It would probably be more effective if it were a heating pad or something.

[Then, is he doesn't pull back from it, she's going to try lifting his hand up so she can kiss the back of his wrist. It's not exactly one any of the injuries, but still pretty close to one of them.]

[hardrocklife]

[As he watches her, there's a flicker of surprise and concern in his eyes. Even if she doesn't think he's infectious... should she really take that risk?

Also, why is she...

Uncertain as he looks, he doesn't stop her.]

[polyglotti]

[Sometimes things are complicated like that.

When she pulls back and sees that look on Zel's face she gets a little flustered though.]

I-it's a protection spell! To help you heal faster.

[She is not a mage and knows no magic whatsoever.]

[hardrocklife]

[He takes his hand back and looks at it, as if considering that.

His expression softens into a faint smile.]

[polyglotti]

[Oh, look at him smile. Tuuri will let out a sigh and then smile too.]

So...it'll be alright, got it? I put a spell on it, so it'll heal just fine without any long-term illness.