[He watches the marks glow against his skin, it looks nothing like the written language in Ravka. Or any other place that he knows, the sigils light up briefly and sink in to him, the magic taking hold and the wound closes.
The burning sensation in his left side fades to a dull ache, and the Darkling blinks.]
You are very good at this.
[He nods down to where the angry red flush to his arm used to be, and the pale skin her magic left behind.]
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The burning sensation in his left side fades to a dull ache, and the Darkling blinks.]
You are very good at this.
[He nods down to where the angry red flush to his arm used to be, and the pale skin her magic left behind.]
Is there anything your magic can't do?