His eyes flickered momentarily before muttering incantations under his breath. His head would look up at her every couple of seconds, scanning her features for any signs of discomfort before he would focus his attention back on his diagnostics to decide which places in her hand were the most damaged, and needed a heavy healing procedure. Each time his fingers grazed upon the top of her skin, she could feel the coolness in her touch contrasting against the heat of her hand. She was fire, burning on the outside where he held the same fire, kept hidden inside. He was ice, a thickened wall built between what stood between his heart and hers.