[ Holland tsk's at Kell's use of magic, though he certainly doesn't stop him. The spell, even weakened, brings some color back to his cheeks. The cut in his palm stops stinging, even if the rest of him is still pretty damn tired.
He doesn't feel like he'll fall over within the next minute or so, at least. But he can tell just how diminished their magic is, with how little his own magic responds. ]
You're wasting your magic.
[ It's as close to thanks as Kell will get. Holland knows Kell is naive, too kind, and foolish, so he can't say he's surprised by his choice. But it doesn't mean he has to like it. And Holland certainly can't return the favor, with the state he's in.
Still, he unwraps his hand to reveal the smooth skin. It's hardly equal, considering the cost. ]
Good job. [ It's spoken sarcastically, though Holland tears another strip off his cloak, holding it out for Kell. ] Here. Don't do that again.
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He doesn't feel like he'll fall over within the next minute or so, at least. But he can tell just how diminished their magic is, with how little his own magic responds. ]
You're wasting your magic.
[ It's as close to thanks as Kell will get. Holland knows Kell is naive, too kind, and foolish, so he can't say he's surprised by his choice. But it doesn't mean he has to like it. And Holland certainly can't return the favor, with the state he's in.
Still, he unwraps his hand to reveal the smooth skin. It's hardly equal, considering the cost. ]
Good job. [ It's spoken sarcastically, though Holland tears another strip off his cloak, holding it out for Kell. ] Here. Don't do that again.