His hands shook - he stuffed them in his pockets, breathing in sharply. He didn't mean to - when he was supposed to be a healer. Not whatever this was.

He took out his hands again and looked at them distastefully. He'd promised he'd never use it again - and he broke that promise to himself.

it was only when he heard footsteps entering the infirmary that he snapped out of it, looking up quickly to be net with his partners eyes.

"Ah- did you need something?" He asked with a smile - a false calm - he was slowly breaking apart. It felt like his heart was shattered, and a thin string held it all together.