[ There. He would have done it for Joshua, but he didn't know if the curse would be lifted that way. He works to pull the gloves off his brother's hands, shedding his own after, to begin briskly rubbing them between his to warm them. And move to sit Joshua down into a chair he kicks towards the fire, his brows furrowed as he frets and works to get the last of that cursed chill out of him.
But he pauses as his eyes lift to land on the spot on Joshua's chest where the wound was, his hand coming up to lightly shift aside some cloth to look. It's not there, Ultima ripped from him, and on top of that it's healed. As he had thought but seeing the spot up close whisks away the last of his tension and his shoulders slump a little with a heavy sigh.
Now he can tease, relief flowing over him like water. ]
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But he pauses as his eyes lift to land on the spot on Joshua's chest where the wound was, his hand coming up to lightly shift aside some cloth to look. It's not there, Ultima ripped from him, and on top of that it's healed. As he had thought but seeing the spot up close whisks away the last of his tension and his shoulders slump a little with a heavy sigh.
Now he can tease, relief flowing over him like water. ]
No rest for the wicked.