Chris looks over his shoulder at his mage when he catches his sleeve, but he doesn’t turn toward him until Hawke’s struggling voice becomes apparent. He knew that sound. That ache.

He hates that he has to return the favor from over a month ago, but he places a hand over Wolfe’s throat and just within the divot of his rib cage. The healing comes with its customary chill and the feeling less of putting something back than taking something away, but it saps the damage and strain from Wolfe’s body.

There was nothing to be done for the scars on his arms, but so be it. He shifts then and lays out on his side to pull his boyfriend in closer to his chest, tone softening a bit. “I can lay with you…but I’d like to know what happened. As detailed or not as is your want, but I want to know…so I can help tend to it or carry it as you need.”