A mage, she thinks, he's some sort of mage, like Loren was, only not, of course--
It doesn't matter. It can't matter, and whatever power he has, whatever he is, it doesn't change what she has to do.
Steadying herself and trying to ignore the strange blue glow from his hands, Kim snatches up one of the suture packets that she'd absently shoved in the pockets of her white coat earlier, then tears it open and threads the needle as quickly as she can.
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"What--"
A mage, she thinks, he's some sort of mage, like Loren was, only not, of course--
It doesn't matter. It can't matter, and whatever power he has, whatever he is, it doesn't change what she has to do.
Steadying herself and trying to ignore the strange blue glow from his hands, Kim snatches up one of the suture packets that she'd absently shoved in the pockets of her white coat earlier, then tears it open and threads the needle as quickly as she can.