"I can loosen those a little," she said, about the cuffs when he was rubbing at his wrists. "But only a little." Her look was thoughtful rather than serious, and she opened a hand again for him, gesturing for him to come just a little closer. With one hand, she pulled the tunic down from her shoulder and handed it to him. "Here. You're probably cold." The other one she plucked away and folded up, setting it to the side.

As Waver allowed her the chance to look at his face, she gave it some careful scrutiny. "It's pretty swollen," she murmured, and held out her bare hand, palm up. Each step was deliberate, careful, coaxing. Waver could refuse if he wanted to. That was the point. A little control put back into his grasp could do wonders...if done right.

"I can heal it, if you want."

But only if he wanted, if he felt it was safe to allow her to.