Marin frowns and grabs the hand he’s scratching with. She frowns at the mark. “That’s not going to help it. Hm.. does this happen often? Your mark itching?”
Marin pokes the ice pack. Meanwhile, the mark fades, slowly but surely. Marin looks in a mirror and frowns. “Huh. I suppose I spent enough time here that my magic is slowing down. Usually I wouldn’t even have a mark.”