[ The minutes and branches pass in silence. Talking is unnecessary; he already proved his point with the sigh, and frankly, they're busy sulking. Not that they can talk, for part of the trip back - one hand is lit up with a healing touch, pressed to their cheek to knit their bloodied tongue back together.
Magic can fix a lot, but it can't soothe their wounded pride. ]
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Magic can fix a lot, but it can't soothe their wounded pride. ]