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At first, Kaito thought he'd imagined it—the way Asher's expression shifted mid-sentence, that sharp flicker of pain cutting through his composure. Then he saw the blood. “Asher—” He was already moving before he finished saying his name, the chair scraping against the floor as he crossed the room. The scent hit him then—iron and earth, sharp and raw beneath the faint musk of wolf. It made his heart lurch. Asher's hand pressed hard against his side, jaw tight, shoulders squared in the way of someone determined not to show weakness. But the color had already drained from his face. Kaito was already pulling supplies from the small cabinet near the sink, a rag, alcohol wipes, a roll of bandages he knew was kept like in every household. His pulse was hammering in his ears. He dropped to one knee beside Asher, the edge of the table light casting faint gold over them both. The dark patch on Asher's shirt had spread. “Let me see,” Kaito said quietly. Asher hesitated for a second, then shifted his hand. The fabric peeled away slowly, sticking to his skin. Kaito caught his breath. The wound was deep, like something had clawed him. The edges were scorched, faintly blackened. Not a normal injury. Magic. “What happened?” Kaito asked, his voice low, focused. “You didn't get hit earlier. I checked.” The moment his fingers brushed the skin around the wound, Asher stiffened,but didn't pull away. But how is it still active? shouldn't the protection stop it or something?, he thought taking a deep breath seeing how bad it was. Kaito's voice softened. "It's not deep enough to kill you, but whatever hits you… it's trying to slow your regeneration" he said softly looking up at asher, their faces inches away. "I can burn the curse out, but it'll hurt", he said biting his lip hopping he could do that given the non-magic area that Asher had around his house. But then again, the runes on the book had glowed with magic, so he should be able to reach some of his own. "I know you can handle pain but ... this will be a little different" Kaito murmured, already channeling what little magic he could summon here. The wards dampened most of his power, but the protective circle Asher had built into his home recognized him now somehow, it bent to his touch like it had earlier, whispering of permission. His palm hovered just above the wound, a soft glow building under his skin, silver at first, then tinged faintly with gold. The same colors that had appeared in the books. Kaito groaned like he was in pain, his own pulse stuttering as the magic pushed deeper, drops of sweat forming on his forehead as he was trying to force magic to surface. “Almost there,” he whispered. “Just hold on", he closed his eyes focusing more, feeling his body taking some of the pain itself. Come one ... please work ... some little magic ... i just need little magic The magic surged once, bright and wild and then the blackened edges of the wound faded, the angry red turning clean. The bleeding stopped. Kaito exhaled slowly, the energy flickering out of his hands. “There,” he said softly. “It's healing now.” Kaito realized he was still close, kneeling between Asher's knees, their faces inches apart, his hands braced lightly against Asher's bare skin where his shirt had ridden up. The wolf's warmth radiated against his palms, steady, alive. Silence stretched between them then, softer now. The kind that wasn't uncomfortable. Kaito's gaze drifted up, catching the line of Asher's throat, the way his pulse beat steady again. His own magic still hummed faintly in the air, twinned with Asher's scent. It felt…connected. Like something had linked them in those brief moments. For a heartbeat, it felt like the world had narrowed to this small space, the sound of rain, the lingering scent of blood and smoke, and the quiet gravity of Asher's eyes on him. He swallowed. "You really should rest", it came out more like a whisper, weakly.

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