You are, without a doubt, the most s- [ he huffs, a frown making itself right at home between his brows as he tends to a wound that he's dead sure only Fenris could have managed. Draco doesn't know how, but he also doesn't want to know. Some things are better left unknown, especially for his poor, delicate sensibilities.
[ whatever he was going to say also goes unknown, bitten off before he says something he'll surely regret later. For now: tending.
[ and Fenris should be pleased: it's not even via magical means. Instead, Draco is taking his time cleaning the injury with a clean cloth and a bit of alcohol. ] ...this'll sting.
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[ whatever he was going to say also goes unknown, bitten off before he says something he'll surely regret later. For now: tending.
[ and Fenris should be pleased: it's not even via magical means. Instead, Draco is taking his time cleaning the injury with a clean cloth and a bit of alcohol. ] ...this'll sting.