[Fugo looks down and lets out a bit of an undignified surprised noise.]
That's, uh. Hm.
[... Though, that was conveniently-timed with what he was thinking. Fugo doesn't say anything before he brushes a thumb over one of Ash's bruises, this time with intent. Sure enough, that bruise starts healing.]
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That's, uh. Hm.
[... Though, that was conveniently-timed with what he was thinking. Fugo doesn't say anything before he brushes a thumb over one of Ash's bruises, this time with intent. Sure enough, that bruise starts healing.]
... I think that's me, yes.