[Gallagher]

He narrowed his eyes, not paying much mind to the man's voice just yet, and offered a nod that was more acknowledgement than anything else. The fact was, Gabriel didn't have a damn clue how he was going to fix this. Any time he'd had to deal with damage quite like this, he wasn't so... limited. Even doing what he thought he had to, there was some risk for the boy. Trouble was, he didn't know how much risk, either. He set his knife aside. "If I could have fixed his pain, I would have. But it's everywhere. And that-" Gabe nodded towards Razyn's arm. "-everywhere makes for one dead little dove." Setting the medicine filled container aside as well, he rubbed his hands together, wincing from the action but taking no other note of it. His own injuries would be easy to fix, when he actually had the time. "Don't know if you've noticed, but that's what we're trying to avoid here," he added, his voice falling to a mumble. When he touched the catboy again, it was with just two fingers, off-center on his chest. The tell-tale golden glow of his magic flared up once more at his fingertips, but in just a matter of seconds, died back down. A quick boost to just where the boy needed it, Gabe hoped, would be enough for now.



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