[ Like the house. Of course. Matt's expression sharpens with understanding. What else could they expect from the shit popping up around here? Maybe it was dumb luck that the Pantheon was small and relatively static, with only occasional ravening lycanthropes to change the landscape.
All that recedes to the background in the face of the stunningly vague phrase, "that stuff." Matt is okay and everything's okay, but nonetheless, he finds his eyebrows arching in disbelief. ]
You mean being stabbed?
[ That comes out a little crisper than he means it to. Matt doesn't know what to do with his hands, he realizes. The light spell doesn't need any gestures from him to stay aloft, so there's no need to keep his palm raised. He ends up echoing Daniel unconsciously, sticking his hands in his pockets, though he has no cool leather jacket. Just one of Alia's pink sweatshirts and a scarf of Jack's, tied in the preppiest possible ascot configuration. ]
I'm fine. [ That's softer. ] They took pretty good care of me in the clinic. And Armand healed the rest.
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All that recedes to the background in the face of the stunningly vague phrase, "that stuff." Matt is okay and everything's okay, but nonetheless, he finds his eyebrows arching in disbelief. ]
You mean being stabbed?
[ That comes out a little crisper than he means it to. Matt doesn't know what to do with his hands, he realizes. The light spell doesn't need any gestures from him to stay aloft, so there's no need to keep his palm raised. He ends up echoing Daniel unconsciously, sticking his hands in his pockets, though he has no cool leather jacket. Just one of Alia's pink sweatshirts and a scarf of Jack's, tied in the preppiest possible ascot configuration. ]
I'm fine. [ That's softer. ] They took pretty good care of me in the clinic. And Armand healed the rest.