Gabriel couldn't help but laugh at Loki's - the Icelandic one - response. "Well, he was being honest?" he offered.
He glanced around the room. A minor miracle probably wouldn't hurt, he decided, and waved his hand. Instantly, any remaining burn marks vanished, as did the sleeves of Loki II's jacket on the floor, but he felt that they could just as well replace the furniture themselves. It was their fault, after all.
He glanced at the blond Icelandic god. "I can repair your clothes, too," he offered. "Unless you'd rather keep the jacket that way. As for the wounds, I'm sure there's some sort of hospital wing in this place, or at least a first-aid kit."
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Date: Friday, 29 January 2010 03:13 (UTC)He glanced around the room. A minor miracle probably wouldn't hurt, he decided, and waved his hand. Instantly, any remaining burn marks vanished, as did the sleeves of Loki II's jacket on the floor, but he felt that they could just as well replace the furniture themselves. It was their fault, after all.
He glanced at the blond Icelandic god. "I can repair your clothes, too," he offered. "Unless you'd rather keep the jacket that way. As for the wounds, I'm sure there's some sort of hospital wing in this place, or at least a first-aid kit."