[Gallagher]

Nodding shortly in understanding, Gabe flashed the man a grin before stepping over to the strange boy. He knelt down beside him, looking over his battered form, only for his focus to turn back around when he heard the unfamiliar voice. Taking the offered containers, he set the water on the ground beside himself, then shifted to pop open the ink. "Good man." The dark haired man offered little else as he dipped his little finger into the bottle.

First, he carefully but quickly drew a familiar symbol on the catboy's cheek, his eyes narrowing as he focused in the limited light. He twisted awkwardly to avoid moving him too much as he did the same at the base of the child's neck. Setting the bottle aside, a new glow formed across his hands, this one golden in color, as he set them lightly over the boy's forehead and torso respectively. Though it would take a moment for any of his efforts to show, his initial focus was simply on keeping the boy alive, the superficial wounds that would most certainly grab the most attention once healed far from the top of his priorities.



Proper magic works with nature and science. We simply don't understand enough to see the big picture just yet.