[ willa smiles, feeling his steady pulse under her fingers before she releases him and draws her hand back to curl around her empty glass, stepping back to give him some space. the ache at the base of her skull is a reminder she didn't have enough water, but she isn't going to advertise that. no one is here to out her.
people look so different without pain sometimes she wonders if they realize how it changes the way they hold themselves — he looks taller without the protective hunch of his shoulder, his face looks softer without the grimace and squint of pain. ]
I'm glad. [ she really is, there is a purpose to her power and this is it. to bring people some solace of their pain, to heal. does nothing to quash her curiosity though. ] What is the metal? I couldn't recognize it.
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people look so different without pain sometimes she wonders if they realize how it changes the way they hold themselves — he looks taller without the protective hunch of his shoulder, his face looks softer without the grimace and squint of pain. ]
I'm glad. [ she really is, there is a purpose to her power and this is it. to bring people some solace of their pain, to heal. does nothing to quash her curiosity though. ] What is the metal? I couldn't recognize it.
[ adamantium doesn't exist! ]