[if there's one thing Magnus recognises, could recognise from across a gods damned room, it's Real Blood. his face suddenly screws up in concern, and he feels out Peter with his alf seidr, coming across the bright red sear of pain in his hand]
-- Hey, idiot, you're cut.
[Magnus steps off the wall, coming closer, but he doesn't touch Peter yet]
What'd you do? I can heal that.
[this is Magnus' way of saying, Let Me Heal That, though he doesn't reach for him with anything but imploring grey eyes]
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-- Hey, idiot, you're cut.
[Magnus steps off the wall, coming closer, but he doesn't touch Peter yet]
What'd you do? I can heal that.
[this is Magnus' way of saying, Let Me Heal That, though he doesn't reach for him with anything but imploring grey eyes]