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[Ardyn has something of a protective streak where Fynn is concerned, though it only really shows when his brother is sick or — like now — injured. It returns him back to a time, years ago, when his little brother was always at his side. When tending to him because of colds or fevers or scraped knees was priority, because their parents were more than happy to delegate the responsibility to Ardyn if he’d have it.
And so, Ardyn reaches out to grasp at Fynn’s wrist without really thinking. He wants to see if this requires stitches, because it’s bleeding an awful lot.]
Here, let me see it.
[The gash is wide, and scarlet threatens to bleed over to his own hand from the cut, and Ardyn cannot help but frown. Worry wells up, as it should with any concerned sibling.
(Somewhere, in his mind, he’s reminded of his memory — taking the hands of strangers, healing them of some terrible disease that he couldn’t remember the name of. Much like the way he was grasping at Fynn’s hand, examining the wound. How easy would it be to deal with this, if he could heal now, like in his memories?)
Something about these thoughts spark a warmness in his touch. A faint glow at his fingertips, and for a moment, it feels as natural as breathing. Fynn would feel the pain leave him, his skin beginning to heal—
Until the reality of the sight kicks in, and Ardyn retracts his hand in nothing short of surprise. He feels a sting on his own finger for no visible reason, but that’s not what worries him, because… What the hell just happened?
He just... glances at Fynn with confusion, and for a rare moment, words fail him.]
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