[It's always hurt - even before it took a moment to heal over, there was always pain. For it not to be there as the claws retract, it feels off. He feels numb in some way - foreign and weird, something he wants to pull away from. Yet he looks at her and he knows it's her doing, and for that he fights the feral urges in his chest and exhales softly. His fingers twitch and the wounds start to close, bloody divots of his knuckles knitting together slowly lest they get a quickened boost by her hand.]
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