[ He just calmly keeps pumping magic into Peter as he goes in his tirade, one eye on the door in case the shouting draws unwanted attention. ]
Sorry.
[ At the very least he sounds sorry.
Reluctantly, he pulls his bloodied hands away from Peter's back, wiping them clean on the edge of his cloak before turning to rummage through his bag. ]
Hike your shirt up. I'm going to get a bandage on you and then we're going to get out of here.
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Sorry.
[ At the very least he sounds sorry.
Reluctantly, he pulls his bloodied hands away from Peter's back, wiping them clean on the edge of his cloak before turning to rummage through his bag. ]
Hike your shirt up. I'm going to get a bandage on you and then we're going to get out of here.