Well, that is more than a little uncomfortable. Krem can't help watching with vague interest as the splinters and other nastiness oozes out of the wound, pushed by the magic in Adelaide's hands.

"That's disgusting," he comments casually, momentarily having forgotten the cold, damp air hitting his skin. At the question he makes a bit of a face. "Honestly, I've got enough scars as I am. And it's not like I'll be showing this one off anyway."