"We likely both do," Sebastian returned, his lips flattening into another line as he muttered the spell to repair Kirke's hand. "And are lucky either she forgot the incantation for such a spell, doesn't know it, or flat out won't use it against us." Although, the healer thought grimly, if Elsie wouldn't use it, he shuddered to think what her threshold was for their idiocy. His wand rapped Kirke's knuckles and after a brief pop! his hand was repaired like new.

Sebastian almost leaned away instinctively as he caught Kirke sidling closer out of the corner of his eye. His jaw may have done more damage to Kirke's hand, but that didn't mean he wasn't searching for another punch in the back of his mind. But no, instead Kirke's tone was almost conspiratorial with a hint of sarcasm. Hrm. That was new.

Had he been more in his right mind - and hated Kirke more - Sebastian would have likely been the one to throw the next punch for Kirke's amount of cheek. But as it was, he a) wasn't in the mood for another fight, and b) couldn't ignore the truth in the man's words. So instead, Sebastian settled on a withering stare at first, but forgot to get rid of the begrudging twitch of a grin that followed. "We'd better hope we're not on the receiving end of it again."

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