“I am uninjured,” Xen said as they handed me bandages and tape.
“That guy clocked you pretty good,” I responded. “You could have a concussion.”
“I have a hard head. I am more worried about you.” They looked pointedly at my hands.
I finished bandaging my sister and sat back, my hands in my lap. “Not going to lie, they hurt.”
With the bandages off I could get a better look at the damage. The bruising on my right hand was starting to add yellow and green into the color scheme, but the puncture wounds were closed and scabbed. The two broken fingers were purple and black in their splints and the fingernails were halfway grown back in.
“Maybe I should smear my blood all over everything,” I said.
“You could take some of the potion?” Xen asked.
“I’m still not clear on how a lot of my magic
