[ He appreciates the little kiss, leaning into it with a smile. He holds the hand of Adar's wounded arm, passing his other palm over it from the wrist-up: flesh reknits, stinging, and he heals the wound to return the limb to a far more normal (albeit still scarred) state. After a moment, nosing at Adar's temple in return, he rewards the kiss he received before with another pass of his palm and the scars all recede, leaving Adar with a flawless arm. A gift from the re-maker of flesh. ]
It was my fault that you ran. You ought never have felt the need to flee your home.
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[ He appreciates the little kiss, leaning into it with a smile. He holds the hand of Adar's wounded arm, passing his other palm over it from the wrist-up: flesh reknits, stinging, and he heals the wound to return the limb to a far more normal (albeit still scarred) state. After a moment, nosing at Adar's temple in return, he rewards the kiss he received before with another pass of his palm and the scars all recede, leaving Adar with a flawless arm. A gift from the re-maker of flesh. ]
It was my fault that you ran. You ought never have felt the need to flee your home.