The process took just shy of two minutes. When it was through, Emerson removed the warm crystal from Ianto's skin, which was now only flushed and red where the brand had been before. The soft breeze died in the warm, summer air, and the witch closed his eyes for a minute to collect himself back in the material world before opening them again. They'd returned to their usual, blue hue, and he held up the crystal to inspect the marked flaws that now traced their way through the inside of it. Satisfied, he grinned and tossed it up into the air before catching it again.
"Done and done, boys. One brand-free Welshman, as promised," he piped up. Healing wounds without use of darker energy made him a little tired, but it wasn't anything a few shots of espresso and a hearty dinner wouldn't fix.