The spell was really a series of spells, one after another meant to undo the damage done and then rid of the pain. Unfortunately that meant causing more pain before it could be completely healed, because the ankle had to be moved in a way that someone with a sprained ankle tried to avoid moving it. The little yelp of pain gave him pause, and he looked up from the ankle with a brief look of alarm that quickly settled back into sympathy as Greengrass apologized.
"No, I'm sorry," he replied, his hand mindlessly caressing the space around the swelling with his fingertips. Only when he moved to resume his spell-casting did he realize how he'd been touching Greengrass, and his fingers froze against Greengrass' skin. His wand hand was shaky, and it was annoying for more than one reason; of course he hated how nervous this made him, but trying to heal with a shaky hand was never ideal. Luckily he was taking extra care because of who his patient was. He waited until he steadied his hand before he resumed, this time casting a spell to bring down the swelling.
"You shouldn't dance on it—not tonight, at least," he advised, caressing the formerly swollen area, this time out of a need to check to make sure the swelling had disappeared entirely rather than affection. Still, it didn't seem to matter to his body. The touch sent little jolts up his fingers and into his knuckles, and in the back of his mind he yearned to touch Greengrass elsewhere. His arm, maybe. His jaw. The curve of his neck, where he'd placed so many kisses...
But he couldn't, and it was silly of him to let such a thought cross his mind. Stupid of him, even. It was over. That's why Greengrass was acting so nervous—this was awkward for him, because he was being forced to endure a healing from the man he'd broken up with. He didn't want to see him, because if he had he would have contacted him by now or something, so their reasons for being nervous were definitely not the same.
He cast another spell, this time to rid any remaining pain. "Tell me how you feel now."
"No, I'm sorry," he replied, his hand mindlessly caressing the space around the swelling with his fingertips. Only when he moved to resume his spell-casting did he realize how he'd been touching Greengrass, and his fingers froze against Greengrass' skin. His wand hand was shaky, and it was annoying for more than one reason; of course he hated how nervous this made him, but trying to heal with a shaky hand was never ideal. Luckily he was taking extra care because of who his patient was. He waited until he steadied his hand before he resumed, this time casting a spell to bring down the swelling.
"You shouldn't dance on it—not tonight, at least," he advised, caressing the formerly swollen area, this time out of a need to check to make sure the swelling had disappeared entirely rather than affection. Still, it didn't seem to matter to his body. The touch sent little jolts up his fingers and into his knuckles, and in the back of his mind he yearned to touch Greengrass elsewhere. His arm, maybe. His jaw. The curve of his neck, where he'd placed so many kisses...
But he couldn't, and it was silly of him to let such a thought cross his mind. Stupid of him, even. It was over. That's why Greengrass was acting so nervous—this was awkward for him, because he was being forced to endure a healing from the man he'd broken up with. He didn't want to see him, because if he had he would have contacted him by now or something, so their reasons for being nervous were definitely not the same.
He cast another spell, this time to rid any remaining pain. "Tell me how you feel now."
