[He himself looks surprised at that, glancing up at her.]
You dance to fight? ...Ah, no, hold on.
[He can't do this if he doesn't concentrate, so he looks back down at her ankle again. He's really curious about what she means, but he can't inquire further while he has her wounds to attend to.
He holds his hand over her ankle and concentrates all he can on it, on the feeling of fixing it and the magic sparking in his body. After a moment, a light blue light glows from his hand, and starts to wrap around her ankle, mending what's broken.
After a minute of warmth, the light fades back into his palm, and he pulls his hand back, looking from her ankle to her.]
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You dance to fight? ...Ah, no, hold on.
[He can't do this if he doesn't concentrate, so he looks back down at her ankle again. He's really curious about what she means, but he can't inquire further while he has her wounds to attend to.
He holds his hand over her ankle and concentrates all he can on it, on the feeling of fixing it and the magic sparking in his body. After a moment, a light blue light glows from his hand, and starts to wrap around her ankle, mending what's broken.
After a minute of warmth, the light fades back into his palm, and he pulls his hand back, looking from her ankle to her.]
Did it work? Does it feel okay?