ASS/Ask him to fix your ankle
From Create Your Own Story
"Wait," you say. They both look over at you. "Please, it hurts. I won't run away again, I promise." Sevin turns to the incubus, you regards you in stony silence for several long moments.
"Go ahead, do it," he says finally. Sevin gathers up his smoking bowl and brings it over to you, placing it on the floor beside your swollen ankle. He unwraps the wet towel and places his hands on your ankle. It hurts and you grit your teeth against the pain.
