[Asking what the worst of his worries are will just have him lashing out at her, she's sure. And she'd understand it, would do exactly the same. She isn't going to offer herself up as punching bag, though, so she doesn't say anything about that - steps in closer, reaching out to take his wrist.]
Hold still.
[Not that it's necessary, except maybe it'll stop him trying to pull away as she focusses, a slight frown pinching her brow, veins in her hand and arm turning black as she leeches his pain away.]
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Hold still.
[Not that it's necessary, except maybe it'll stop him trying to pull away as she focusses, a slight frown pinching her brow, veins in her hand and arm turning black as she leeches his pain away.]