Lorcan put down the tweezers carelessly -- they clattered on the table -- and raised his hands to rub his eyes. He flinched when the fingers of his right hand passed through his eyeball and cheek. "Ugh, I forgot," he said, not looking at Corrie but at her hand. He let that arm drop through his body to hang by his side and leaned back, still looking at Corrie's hand.
"Bandages, and do you think you need a healer?" he asked. He'd thought she would, but that was before she'd made it down the stairs, proving she could walk, and helped with her hand, proving she could concentrate. He wasn't sure what was left, though there was probably something.