Apologies. [ The observation makes him smile. ] Archers don't tend to have soft hands.
[ Though it doesn't seem as though Aspen's lived a cushy life himself. Perhaps the healing magic could erode the roughness that might've formed over his palms and fingertips otherwise?
In any case, he remembers that the parade is still boisterous around them, and nods his agreement before moving away from the crowd. There are pockets of quiet, enough that they find one with ease. He reflects on the strange sensation of the night hair ruffling his feathers. ]
You're not worried I might accidentally make you worse?
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[ Though it doesn't seem as though Aspen's lived a cushy life himself. Perhaps the healing magic could erode the roughness that might've formed over his palms and fingertips otherwise?
In any case, he remembers that the parade is still boisterous around them, and nods his agreement before moving away from the crowd. There are pockets of quiet, enough that they find one with ease. He reflects on the strange sensation of the night hair ruffling his feathers. ]
You're not worried I might accidentally make you worse?