[His hands are buried in his jacket pockets as he turns to face the abrupt arrival. He eyes the familiar rolled smoke, but nods.]
Yeah, I can heal, near on anything.
[He's not going to ask why, but he still waits for the explanation as he watches Oliver. He's almost glad he didn't try dressing up or anything. Them largely in their normal makes things feel a bit more at ease.]
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Yeah, I can heal, near on anything.
[He's not going to ask why, but he still waits for the explanation as he watches Oliver. He's almost glad he didn't try dressing up or anything. Them largely in their normal makes things feel a bit more at ease.]