Osias looked almost embarrassed with himself as he watched Charls move from the table. "I have a Doctor's mind and that tends to go back to what I know. But yes, I have..." Osias moved forward, taking hold of Charls's arm, which he bent down and removed the cotton swab, looking at the small, red mark on his skin.
"Just what Blair told us. Why, do you know something more Charls?" He asked, although he did not raise his eyes, rather he began to hold his hand against Charls's arm, healing the mar to his skin within seconds and released him just as he took a slight step back.