peel away the layers till you're nothing and no one
He follows, as she’d known he would. Despite his denial, he’s curious, wants to know the truth. He’s no doubt tempted by the possibility that he could be special. Anyone would be. She would be. He tries to hide his interest though, masking it with apparent disbelief and surliness (seriously though, how can he still be in denial?). He just can’t agree that she’s right yet after all.
When he joins her, she simply shrugs at his comment, tucking away his name in the back of her mind, and turns back to inspect the little injured rabbit in front of her. Warner draws closer so he can see and his little noise of horror makes her look back up. Her head cocks to the side as she stares at him, nonplussed. While she doesn’t have the taste for violence many of her family members do, she knows that it’s simply a normal, necessary part of life. Distasteful perhaps, but not horrid.
“Oh, no. Probably my Uncle Kult.” But he’s already reaching towards the little creature, and suddenly the thing is healing before her very eyes. Bones re-knit and fur regrows and the little rabbit suddenly hops away, clearly not wanting to stick around after all it’s been through.
Kirke’s jaw drops and her eyes widen as she looks back up at Warner. It’s one thing to suspect his healing abilities, it’s another to see them work before her very eyes. “So you are a healer.” She snorts at his comment. “How on earth did you not know?”
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