“How is it?”
“Just as I said.”
Dion groaned. “Great, and my head feels as if a herd of buffaloes is trampling on it repeatedly.”
“I can take care of your injury for you.”
Dion swiveled around quickly, and he grimaced as he grabbed both sides of his head. “Ouch! Damn it! This pounding headache is killing me. Can you also do something about it?”
“Sure,” Galen replied.
Dion grinned widely. “Thank you. That’s really nice of you.”
“You’re welcome,” Galen responded as calmly as he could even though his heart was beating at a rapid pace inside his chest at the sight of the cheerful expression on Dion’s face.
“It must be so convenient to be able to treat any wounds or illnesses with magic.”
“I’m immune to human diseases,” Galen volunteered the information out of the blue as he placed his hands over the back of Dion’s head and allowed his angelic magic to trickle out bit by bit.