[ Dungeon or not, Kija was injured, and Jae-ha couldn't just stand there and do nothing. Based on what Kija says, Jae-ha can more or less piece together what is bothering Kija. Either angry women had inflicted their wrath on him, or his friend had been so shocked by what he'd seen that he had accidentally inflicted damage on himself. ]
Let me guess-- you didn't think to go buy a swimsuit beforehand. [ Neither had he, but he'd been dragged to the store by Yata and Vietnam, and though he'd hated it, in retrospect, it probably saved him from someone's wrath, too.
Gently, he rests the flat of his palms against Kija's bare back, concentrating his mana so that it flows between them, the path it follows as easy and natural as breathing. ]
Ease my brother's pain. [ He mutters beneath his breath, the spell enveloping Kija's body and slowly mending the damage. The physical damage, at least. ]
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Let me guess-- you didn't think to go buy a swimsuit beforehand. [ Neither had he, but he'd been dragged to the store by Yata and Vietnam, and though he'd hated it, in retrospect, it probably saved him from someone's wrath, too.
Gently, he rests the flat of his palms against Kija's bare back, concentrating his mana so that it flows between them, the path it follows as easy and natural as breathing. ]
Ease my brother's pain. [ He mutters beneath his breath, the spell enveloping Kija's body and slowly mending the damage. The physical damage, at least. ]