Well. Lucky for Rhys, we have me in town, yes? Let me see.
[He has a soft spot for cats, to the shock of absolutely no one, even catish-foxlike-things. He clucks his tongue, a little sad, and strokes his thumb gently from between her eyes back behind her ears.]
Poor thing. Can you hold her still for me?
[Magic twists beneath his fingers without any more preamble, a spreading cloud of energy while he searches for damage, finds it, and melts it away.]
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[He has a soft spot for cats, to the shock of absolutely no one, even catish-foxlike-things. He clucks his tongue, a little sad, and strokes his thumb gently from between her eyes back behind her ears.]
Poor thing. Can you hold her still for me?
[Magic twists beneath his fingers without any more preamble, a spreading cloud of energy while he searches for damage, finds it, and melts it away.]