Will has both hands knotted in the hem of his sweater, resisting the urge to reach out and push Sam's hands away. He always feels that impulse when people get near him, even the doctors. Especially the doctors. His brow is knitted in anxiety, and he's watching her intently, looking for any sign that she's lying to him. They always lie to him.
But he still nods, slowly, watching Sam's face rather than her hands -- at least until he hears the sound, accompanied by exactly zero pain. Then his eyes flick down to his knee, fixed on whatever it is that's happening. Something strange. For a moment after the wound -- the whole thing -- is removed, he just sort of stares at his knee. Waiting for the punchline.
When it doesn't come, Will looks back up at Sam, eyes very wide. "...are you a cleric?" he asks finally. Not a wizard because that's not specific enough, of course.
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Date: 2017-12-27 02:23 am (UTC)But he still nods, slowly, watching Sam's face rather than her hands -- at least until he hears the sound, accompanied by exactly zero pain. Then his eyes flick down to his knee, fixed on whatever it is that's happening. Something strange. For a moment after the wound -- the whole thing -- is removed, he just sort of stares at his knee. Waiting for the punchline.
When it doesn't come, Will looks back up at Sam, eyes very wide. "...are you a cleric?" he asks finally. Not a wizard because that's not specific enough, of course.