[ He only wants to see how bad it is so he can know how hard she's going around whacking her head on counters.... with a sigh, he gently rests a few curled knuckles against the crown of her head, a golden, diamond like shimmer encasing his fingers. To her, it'll feel like the pain melted away into a soothing, warm sensation — and if she runs her hand over where the bump originally was, she'll find that it's mysteriously disappeared, along with any lingering feeling of soreness. When he moves his hand again, it'll be like she was never hit in the first place. ]
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There, dumbass. Be more careful.