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As Arin sat there, and took in Alex's position, he began to wonder how much pain the other man was actually in. Alex didn't move at all, probably because it would hurt too much to do that. The sorcerer didn't know the other man had been that injured, and Arin couldn't help but blame himself. When the blacksmith spoke up, chuckling, telling him that it wasn't as bad as branding himself. Arin remembered seeing something like that on his side, "So that's what that was, huh? Only you would accidentally brand yourself. How did that even happen?" he wanted to chuckle but he wasn't exactly in the laughing mood. When Alex continued on to tell him that Arin couldn't touch him, because he didn't want to be healed, the young man rolled his eyes. "Fortunately for you, if I do heal you I'll be out cold on the ground, either dead or unconscious for a few days. I'm still not regenerated enough," he pointed out.
Arin's worry only grew a little more as Alex asked him to pull the blanket up for him. He nodded and stood, being careful to move slow and not hit any parts of his body, bringing the blanket up and over his arms. Arin did touch the man, but it was only to use a small bit of magic, which would allow him to feel the other man's pain. He remembered it just then. The sorcerer pulled back quickly, nearly doubling over from the shock that went through his body. "Dammit, Alexander," he frowned. "I'm going to go get you more of the painkiller medicine," he announced, and grabbed the lantern, walking a bit faster than before to get to the infirmary. When he arrived, there were a few injured fae laying there, as well as one of the healers. He had to shake him awake, and then ask for medicine for Alex. Thankfully the fae gave him a couple vials, and he thanked the man before returning to Alex's room. "I'm going to have to feed this to you aren't I? You can barely move," he said.