[ Oh, he does like that particular look on Aeryn's face. ]

I guess so.

[ It would explain that protective feeling. Wren looks down to see some of those other wounds healing. Glad for it.

Someone touching him like that... this doesn't feel like the brotherly touches Magni gives him. Or the playful ones Nym does. He's reluctant to pull back. ]

Let's take care of the rest of your wounds and get you cleaned up. Then we'll leave.

[ He can send a message on the way. Hire a messenger bird from the next town over.

Fingers move across the spell or curse marks. ]

Any idea what these are? [ If they're tracking spells, they need to get rid of them. ]