[Tsuzuki smiles in relief, and glances down at his hand, rubbing his fingertips together. The smear of blood was thin, and it's almost dry -- well, crap, the shallow cuts on his chest are closed up now, too. He's not sure if that's going to be enough to heal Konzen.
He steps forward, within arm's reach, and pulls the pocketknife he's taken up carrying for his healing powers out of his pocket. It's the work of a few seconds to flick the blade open, press it against his palm, and tug, opening up a fresh shallow slice. He winces at the sting and wipes the blade clean on his pants, reaching out to place his bleeding palm on Konzen's shoulder.]
Wow, they're good. -- Friends of yours?
[There's dark blood splattering from the drake's neck, and Tsuzuki kind of suspects it's only Elise's freezing power that's keeping it suspended in midair instead of slumping to the ground.]
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He steps forward, within arm's reach, and pulls the pocketknife he's taken up carrying for his healing powers out of his pocket. It's the work of a few seconds to flick the blade open, press it against his palm, and tug, opening up a fresh shallow slice. He winces at the sting and wipes the blade clean on his pants, reaching out to place his bleeding palm on Konzen's shoulder.]
Wow, they're good. -- Friends of yours?
[There's dark blood splattering from the drake's neck, and Tsuzuki kind of suspects it's only Elise's freezing power that's keeping it suspended in midair instead of slumping to the ground.]