Mesaraih turned around slowly when Ester came to sit next to him, suddenly very aware of his bare torso. He almost laughed at his foolish instinct to flex his arm.<br/><br/>"It's bothering me more than anything. Damn cut won't stop burning," he responded, looking down at it and dabbing at it with his wet finger. "If you think you could help soothe it, I definitely wouldn't mind."<br/><br/>She cast the same magic from before, when she had shrouded him in cold. Only this time, it was focused only over the cut. He looked down at the white, icy mist over the cut. "You don't have to expend energy to hold this together?" he asked. He really had no idea how magic worked. "Thank you, though. Feels a lot better.<br/><br/>It was definitely helping. He put his shirt back on, then his armor. With the mist attached to the cut, he didn't feel the need to expose the wound to open air in order to keep it fresh any longer.<br/><br/>"And to answer your question from earlier," he said, tossing another rock into the lake, "yes. I was trying to flatter you. Everyone has a different reaction to it, I was curious as to what yours would be."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna closed her eyes as she sank down into the bed. "Fair enough," she responded to Tal. She meant to say something along the lines of good night, but she had fallen asleep before she could.</span>