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Wow, if that wasn't forward I di—

Silently, hiddenly, I told the twelve-year-old idiot part of my psyche to [i]shut it[/i].

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYMCF5pSEJA]This was serious.[/url]

My other hand, formerly buried deep within the confines of my pocket, rose into the forefront of everyone's focus, a closed fist containing the answer.

[b]"I should warn you right now: I'm only 95% sure that this will work. It's actually why I was here to see Priscilla in the first place."[/b]

Not that 95% sure wasn't on the higher end of the spectrum for me, but whatever. I had continue with explanations. I may not be the most prim and proper guy, but keeping three ladies waiting was poor form for anyone, especially with one in Bianca's state. Even me.

I opened my hand, revealing a simple thumbtack. In my hands, if I was right, it would be more like a year's worth of surgical tools.

[b]"Long story short, she was..."[/b] I grimaced, remembering seeing all that red. [b]"Heavily wounded by some Grimm trying to meet up with our team, enough to take her out of the fight."[/b]

I took the tack in one hand, turning the metal point about-face towards the skin of my own finger.

[b]"When I was patching her up so we could get her out of there, though, something weird happened."[/b] I continued. [b]"One of her wounds, and it wasn't an easy one to miss when you were there wrapping them all, it..."[/b]

I jabbed down, wincing as the spike of pain ran through my nerves, and pulled free a second after.

The wound, presented to everyone and on center stage, released but a drop of blood—

And then vanished right before their eyes, the skin patching itself back together without a trace in the span of perhaps a second.

[b]"It did that."[/b] I finished, before launching straight into the next thought. [b]"It healed exactly as my semblance allows me to. It disappeared right out from under me. So I got to thinking about why my regenerative ability got passed over, and that--"[/b]

I pointed to the blood on the floor, already beginning to dutifully evaporate itself away.

[b]"--was what I came up with."[/b]

If any of them was looking at me like I had grown a few extra heads, I didn't notice, so I defended my argument in case they remembered that they rightfully should have been.

[b]"The moment before I had gone after the scratch, I had accidentally cut myself on the blade I was using to slice up my hoodie. I think that my blood coming in contact, even if barely, with the wound, was what undid it."[/b]

I smiled a tad shakily, knowing the sort of stretch it seemed like when you said it out loud. Believe me, my self-consciousness was hollering at me to stop before I tested it, but I continued on, heedless as ever.

[b]"It's the only thing I could think of, anyway. The two were back to back— and neither happened at any other point. I don't think it was a coincidence."[/b]

I smirked at myself. I had a chance to look cool here, and I was blowing it.

Typical.

[b]"If you'll let me see your wings for a moment, though, we can put it to bed and know for sure."[/b]

We can know if I can help.