"It's fine, really" Albert mocked, moving closer before placing his hands on Cadmus's back. They were warm, though the pads felt a little too rough to be human. "You smell like Raizel, it's faint, but it's there, I should have been more cognizant of that. I doubt she would have brought an enemy to my door, especially wounded." Albert sighed and flexed his fingers against the warm skin of the other man, "Don't be alarmed, I'm not kissing you, but I kind of am? Don't think about it too hard."
He leaned down then, his red braid falling over his shoulder before Cadmus would feel the ghost of lips and hot breath on his back. It would be a weird warmth, there would be a soft light where Alberts head was at his back. Cadmus would feel his skin tighten at the scratches and the knife wound on his chest and if he were to touch them, they would be tender but healed. The flesh delicately stitched back together, a quick encouraged heal, flesh easily broken but healed none the less.
Albert stood up again, leaning back before he frowned at Raizel who didn't meet his gaze and just looked off to the side. She was seated, her good leg a prop for her arms before the red haired man kneeled down in front of her. "Raizel," Albert started, "I can only do so much. You know that. You're one person with a sword," his hair was more feathery now, his eyes looking more sharp and his features more angular. His emotions and his use of his abilities blurring the line between his selves.
He remained kneeled, lifting her leg and removing the wrapping. The skin was bruised looking and Raizel's fingers clenched against the floor, eyes squeezing shut while he poked and prodding at her ankle. "You're lucky this isn't worst," he frowned at her before he leaned down, foot and ankle in his hands. His mouth was closets to the bruise, his lower lip brushing skin, before he exhaled. It was like tendrils of gold and light left him, the longer he did it the more his hair went feathery.
His hands became clawed and after a few more breaths, the braid was a mix of feathers and hair. His pupils were slits in a sea of blue and his teeth were growing more sharp by the moment. Albert gently put Raizel's foot down when he was done, the bruise a gentle healed yellow. He rubbed his wrists like they were pained and he gave her knee a squeeze. "Be careful next time," he scolded before standing up looking between the two, moving to stand with his hands on his hips like a disappointed parent before he turned away and left. His job was done, he'd encouraged healing and took away their dishes.
Raizel remained quiet for a time, blinking like a scolded child. "Well," she said softly, glancing down and away, "I'm kind of sad he didn't catch us humping." Raizel teased before she stood up, testing her ankle gently before sighing with relief, eyes closing realizing now how much pain she'd been in. A sidelong glance at Cadmus and she gave a small smile, "He'll be prickly and feathery for the rest of the day," she looked back at the door, "I think healing takes a lot out of him." She pat her chest where she remembered half-stabbing Cadmus and then looked at her companion before walking over, "Did he get your chest too?"
