He carefully cuts away the bandages, with the dull edge of the scissors against an uninjured section of Danny's arm, and then just as carefully peels them away from the wound. They don't peel like bandages on a fresh wound; more like ones that have been there for a while on an infected wound (sadly something he had experience with). In other words: the stick more than they should be.
The furrow of his brow deepens once he is able to see inside the wound. It's...probably not the kind of expression you'd find encouraging on a medical professional's face.
As far as he can tell, there is nothing in there. Even accounting for the extra-thick green blood, he doesn't see any of the normal things he'd expect to see in an injury of this extent. No muscle tissue, no bone--it's definitely deep enough that he should be able to see bone here.
He starts to lift one hand over the wound, hesitates, glances up toward Danny's face. With the unfortunate instances he's already had of accidentally discovering where his magic's definition of 'evil' lies, he's a little wary now. "Ah--this should not hurt. But I am sorry if it does."
Then he finishes the motion, bringing his hand to hover just above the wound. His other is, and has been, holding Danny's wrist to keep his arm steady. He closes his eyes, and a warm golden light gathers in his palm, bathing Danny's wound in the gentle warmth of sunshine. He's not healing yet. This is just diagnostics.
As far as he can tell, the visual is accurate. He can't feel anything except one uniform texture all the way through. The light dies, he draws his hand back, gives the injury an uncertain look. He doesn't shift his gaze to Danny's face this time when he says, "...You don't...seem to have a skeletal structure?" It's dubious because what the fuck even. "Did you know about this?"
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The furrow of his brow deepens once he is able to see inside the wound. It's...probably not the kind of expression you'd find encouraging on a medical professional's face.
As far as he can tell, there is nothing in there. Even accounting for the extra-thick green blood, he doesn't see any of the normal things he'd expect to see in an injury of this extent. No muscle tissue, no bone--it's definitely deep enough that he should be able to see bone here.
He starts to lift one hand over the wound, hesitates, glances up toward Danny's face. With the unfortunate instances he's already had of accidentally discovering where his magic's definition of 'evil' lies, he's a little wary now. "Ah--this should not hurt. But I am sorry if it does."
Then he finishes the motion, bringing his hand to hover just above the wound. His other is, and has been, holding Danny's wrist to keep his arm steady. He closes his eyes, and a warm golden light gathers in his palm, bathing Danny's wound in the gentle warmth of sunshine. He's not healing yet. This is just diagnostics.
As far as he can tell, the visual is accurate. He can't feel anything except one uniform texture all the way through. The light dies, he draws his hand back, gives the injury an uncertain look. He doesn't shift his gaze to Danny's face this time when he says, "...You don't...seem to have a skeletal structure?" It's dubious because what the fuck even. "Did you know about this?"