[ Ah, what's this? Impossible it had been, not to notice Potemkin's approach (more so, today, for Sion has devoted himself to being Caren's second pair of eyes upon Kickdton's training field), but the bandage is a curiosity, and so too is the request. The King still remembers a time when the other man had been hesitant, if not thoroughly unwilling to disentangle a certain mess of silvered locks of hair if only because the undertaking seemed far beyond his hands.
(What a pleasant change, this is.) ]
I had not known you'd an interest in healing, Potemkin. [ —he greets with the beginnings of a smile, extending his arm in silent affirmation: yes, please begin. ] Might I ask what inspired this?
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(What a pleasant change, this is.) ]
I had not known you'd an interest in healing, Potemkin. [ —he greets with the beginnings of a smile, extending his arm in silent affirmation: yes, please begin. ] Might I ask what inspired this?