Gabriel listens as Kane talks. It sort of felt like the man needed someone to hear him, to listen. He slowly lowers Abbaddon onto his stomach and turns his head, covering his brother in a blanket. He nearly winces at the mention of Drake stitching himself up but he holds it in. There would certainly be no more of that. He would be tending his lover from here on out. Gabe does know some healing magic, but he dare not use it on Abbaddon right now since the man is so thin. He is not Reake, and lacks the talent to heal without drawing from the body. The mention of cauterization is even worse.<br/><br/>"I think you did what you could at the time Kane. I also want to add that you used what you knew to help, but especially for we immortals, there is always time to learn more. You may not be gifted in healing magics, but proper first aid is not a bad idea and you have several who could teach you." He says slowly. There was no use in playing into Kane's self hate. The man needed to know there was a way out of the dark place he had lived in for so long.<br/><br/>"I will always be here to help my brothers. Perhaps you can help me though. Those wounds are self inflicted and my brother lost what little fat he had to begin with. This is Mortification isn't it? Did the council do this?" Gabe's tone is quiet, but seething.