“Mm.” He grabbed the scissors, laying them out, and drew in a bit closer. Fingers slowly held one end of the gauze in place as he slowly began to wind it around that wounded chest. Was he doing this right? He had little clue, but he had seen his own brother’s wounds at least bandaged in the same fashion.

As long as he could make the words disappear…

“Yes. They called it a different name, ‘merzost’, I believe.” He looked up at him for a second, before back down at the work of the bandages.

“He, however, summoned shadows without components or words. It was fascinating, similar to things we have, but so, so different.”