“When he’s no longer moving, but not so much that he dies!” Charles returned, his businesslike demeanor giving way to paternal panic for one blissful moment before he shoved that panic back aside to focus on the task at hand, but having released it once, it lurked more forcefully, waiting for another chance to free itself.

With the throat momentarily tended to in a patchwork sort of fashion—though it would need more thorough attention to heal properly—the healer turned his attentions to his son’s missing forehead, applying a similar technique but much less slapdash.

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