“H-how did you — ?” The pain just … went away. Not instant, the way it would if she could doing painblocking for herself, but seeping away, the way water drained from a bathtub. She stared at her ankle, then at his arm. She could /see/ badness running under his skin. “But — that looks like it hurts. And, and — did you heal it? Can I, should I walk on it again? I didn’t know werewolves could do healing … what else can you do?” She realised she was starting to babble with shock, and closed her mouth.
Too much, all at once. It was overwhelming. She looked down at her hands, which didn’t hurt any more either, and saw the trailing edge of one of the roughened patches of skin. Not healed. “And you say I’m amazing.”
“I took your pain away,” he stated simply, not wanting to go into too much for he doubted that she would like to know the in-depth details, how the pain was now inside his own body but luckily, his fast healing powers vanished it within moments. He could sympathise with her more though, for he knew how she’d been feeling just moments before.
“A few things, but that’s the biggest pro. We get hurt a lot, so it’s amazing to be able to do that,” he murmured and gazed downwards, taking her hand and repeating the process, hoping that he wouldn’t end up draining away his own energy.
The first thing that came to mind was, “But you don’t like to be touched.” Then she winced. It sounded awful, put that way. There was so much pain, so many complex emotions surrounding everything that related to his being … a werewolf. But he had said she could ask … she didn’t know what else to ask. First. So many questions!
And things she should probably tell him. An image flickered through her mind — if he threatened to hurt one of his own pack for hurting her, what would he do to a mundane? Jesse. She would have to be extra vigilant. Keep them apart. It shouldn’t be hard. Right?