[Jack sets down his pork chop hurriedly and with a plotting smile, dusting off his hands and taking Sam's wrist in both hands, around but not actually touching the burn. He sets his right thumb alongside the glossy line of pink and watches with a soft concentration, murmuring as his eyes unfocus and he tunes himself to the right frequency.]
Hold still.
[It's the only warning he gives, before he catches his lip in his teeth and lets Nala show him how to untangle the mess of pain and wound into sensation and sound flesh.]
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[Jack sets down his pork chop hurriedly and with a plotting smile, dusting off his hands and taking Sam's wrist in both hands, around but not actually touching the burn. He sets his right thumb alongside the glossy line of pink and watches with a soft concentration, murmuring as his eyes unfocus and he tunes himself to the right frequency.]
Hold still.
[It's the only warning he gives, before he catches his lip in his teeth and lets Nala show him how to untangle the mess of pain and wound into sensation and sound flesh.]