She frowns as he reveals his scars, and then grimaces as he opens his skin. What must a man go through, to take a knife, and harm himself so readily. There was no more reaction or ceremony to the slash, then there was to the removal of his gauntlet.
Evangeline moves to join him, sitting cross legged and removing her own leather gloves, "We could have gone over the theory first or something. I've done some basic conjury before, making the wind blow a little harder, rolling a pebble across a table. Never been good at wounds, what if I hurt you? If it is done improperly, it could grow worse, or tumorous, or infected..." Her words come quickly and nervously, as watching the blood drip off his arm and onto the sands, "I know not if I am up to this."
Evangeline moves to join him, sitting cross legged and removing her own leather gloves, "We could have gone over the theory first or something. I've done some basic conjury before, making the wind blow a little harder, rolling a pebble across a table. Never been good at wounds, what if I hurt you? If it is done improperly, it could grow worse, or tumorous, or infected..." Her words come quickly and nervously, as watching the blood drip off his arm and onto the sands, "I know not if I am up to this."
