[When his thoughts where pulled away from his memories and back to the issue at hand, Gladio turned away from Regis to glance toward his shoulder. He sat up a bit, shifted his arm and experimentally rolled his shoulder to test how much movement he had in it. Then he smiled.]
Better. Nothin a hot bath and some rest won't fix the rest of. This thing worked wonders.
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[And no, very much not binding his soul, just an impressive kind of elf magic that had left him indebted to Feanor.]
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[But that is okay. Some things are just like that. Unique. One of a kind.]
How are you feeling? Is your shoulder loosening up any?
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Better. Nothin a hot bath and some rest won't fix the rest of. This thing worked wonders.