Kell handed over one of the mugs, caught up in the surprised look on her face, as if he'd startled her from a deep dream. Though he hadn't been concentrating on what her magic was doing, it left a chill in the air he couldn't attribute to anything, and he gave a small shiver before following her gaze to his arm.

"Once here, once back, once here again," he explained. "They take less time to heal when I cut shallowly, but close quickly."

Kell ran his fingertip over the marks. Before his death they would have healed before morning, without leaving any scar behind. Now, it would take much longer, provided Kell did not seek Tieren's touch.

- or Neria's, he thought, for a split second, before realizing that that magic would have been taken from her as well. A shadow crossed his eyes as he moved to sit with her, taking a spot on the bed.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked.