[John carefully cups the burned hand between his own, thumb caressing softly along the edge of the injury, expression pinched.]
You've far too much faith in me. I don't even know how to do this...
[Gently, John brushed his fingers against the damaged skin, focusing on it in a way he hoped would knit the burn back together into clear, perfect pale skin. He felt warmth rise under his hands...]
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You've far too much faith in me. I don't even know how to do this...
[Gently, John brushed his fingers against the damaged skin, focusing on it in a way he hoped would knit the burn back together into clear, perfect pale skin. He felt warmth rise under his hands...]