Hm.

[ He catches the smile and flashes a brief, apologetic half smile. He looks back towards where some of the native capes are dealing with another robo-scorpion. He wants to apologize for sticking his hand in the guy’s suit -

(Oh my god, what was he thinking? He put. His hand. In the guy’s suit.)

(Dealing with that later.)

(Wiccan kinda smiled though.)

(Also later.)

There are more serious things to talk about, and he doesn’t back up right away and keeps his voice too soft and rushed to carry. ]

Stick with saying you’re a witch. They get their reality wrecked regularly by these Confluences.

[ So be smart about words, because Rook can’t follow him to Arcadia. ]

You’re fine. Most of the metahumans I know just feel it. They don’t have to think about being fast or strong.

[ He feels injuries and feels himself healing them. He can’t tell you which tendons are severed. ]