Even with his reassurances and masking his slip up, there was no going against her training, apparently. Faustus winced, clear he'd been caught. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, Marie," He pressed his hand more firmly into her palm, bringing his protesting injured one up to encase hers. Through the fog slowly swirling around in his mind, he stared for a moment at her expression. It was clear she hadn't rested since he came to the hospital. Another stab of guilt washed over him for making her so worried; it was then that he also came to the realization that she thought he may have some lasting injuries from previous times he'd been hexed.

He blinked. It was entirely possible, though she'd be the expert in lasting, underlying damage. He'd been in enough battles to have a lot of them leave visible scars, but...lasting spell damage?

"I only meant I've endured...worse, though I'm sure nothing to cause permanent damage." He doubted his clarification would provide any sort of comfort. It was an effort to assure her he hadn't been in as much pain as it seemed, however he was certain the screaming didn't help.

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