Jace coughed again, this one slightly drier as his internal organs repaired and halted the bleeding. The touch of a hand and her voice told him that the woman was friendly, at least for now, but a different sensation soon told him more. Instinctively, his body began to quickly drain the poor woman's magic energy. The surge of power was pleasant as always, but as she tried to prop him up against the brick wall, it began to escalate, sucking more and more. He quickly broke away from her grasp. It was dangerous for mages to touch him, and he wished no harm on the girl, especially since she was so kindly trying to help.
He craned his head up at her, getting a better look at her face. A mistake: his face began to flush, she was so close! He scrambled backward, to no avail, trying to get his bearing. "Um... thank you, Miss. For your concern, I mean." He glanced down at the wound, now completely healed. "It's really nice of you to try and help me and all, but it's dangerous for mages to touch me, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." His father, Aven, had taught him that mages couldn't normally utilize all the magic energy in their systems, as it's presence is interwoven with their life force. If drained of all magic, mages incur serious physical detriment, even sometimes resulting in death.
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