[ By now he's managed to wash out most any of the rest of the red that still clings to either his skin or hair. Ion is perched prim and proper in one of the sitting room chairs, somehow dignified despite being huddled beneath a collection of blankets.
He glances up and doesn't notice immediately what's wrong; it's a searching gaze from the bottom up before he finds the telltale marks and his mouth goes thin, his eyes sharp. ]
... So what did you wish for, to have it go so terribly wrong?
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He glances up and doesn't notice immediately what's wrong; it's a searching gaze from the bottom up before he finds the telltale marks and his mouth goes thin, his eyes sharp. ]
... So what did you wish for, to have it go so terribly wrong?