[Gallagher]

"Perfect." He shook his head and moved away from the two, feeling no need to help the man free his arm, especially considering it was Razyn's fault to begin with. He grabbed up the modest pitcher of water that had come with the meal before gliding back to the foot of the bed to retrieve the jar there. "Really, just brilliant. All that fuss, ruining everything-" Gabriel narrowed his eyes as he poured a helping of the water into the container, quickly exchanging the pitcher for the small knife at his belt and using it to mix the medicine together. He stepped back beside the bed, briefly looking up at the thief. "And you, you are absolutely no help, you hear me? If I were you-" Extracting the knife, he slipped the blade between his teeth, his words slurring as his attention returned to the catboy. "-I'd stay there, shuddup, 'n start prayin'-"



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