[ Cain sees what she's doing as soon as her offhand turns over and he merely levels her with something of an exasperated look. Not the idea he would have gone for when there were likely other options to explore, but he has to admit it is simple in its efficiency and there's no danger to be had. Still, he doesn't appreciate when his children are hurt.
The line is cut out, the blade pulls away, Raine offers her hand, and Cain takes it. He feels it again, that rush of something filling him up like fresh air in his lungs, his mind almost coming into clearer focus save for the fact that nothing changes, the atmosphere feeling more charged to him alone. The wound starts to heal, tracing the steps from start to finish and pulling in any drawn blood along the way.
Cain breathes softly, awaiting another wash of tiredness to come with it, yet he barely feels anything even resembling a nudge. His brow furrows, then one quirks up, and he raises his head to give Raine a one-shouldered shrug. ]
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The line is cut out, the blade pulls away, Raine offers her hand, and Cain takes it. He feels it again, that rush of something filling him up like fresh air in his lungs, his mind almost coming into clearer focus save for the fact that nothing changes, the atmosphere feeling more charged to him alone. The wound starts to heal, tracing the steps from start to finish and pulling in any drawn blood along the way.
Cain breathes softly, awaiting another wash of tiredness to come with it, yet he barely feels anything even resembling a nudge. His brow furrows, then one quirks up, and he raises his head to give Raine a one-shouldered shrug. ]