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[ heine's brow furrows at that, and he glances down at himself as he once again catalogues his own body. nothing feels different, really, not any different than it would feel for a wound to heal on its own—

then daan clarifies flustered and heine looks back up, lifting an eyebrow. ]

Flustered? About what? [ he can't say he feels especially flustered right now. affectionate maybe, but no moreso than he usually feels towards badou, for example. heine can easily chalk that up to being grateful to daan for healing him instead of leaving his body to its own devices. ]