Noir raised an eyebrow. "Master had such healing skills?" he asked faintly.
He clearly remembered the nearly uncountable number of times he'd been injured when Tygr had never healed him – Noir had been a quiet but active child, and he was prone to getting scrapes and bruises on a regular basis. Besides, with all the adventures and tasks he got into either by himself (the former) or assigned by Tygr (the latter), he often ended up with injuries – sometimes major, sometimes minor.
But Tygr had never healed him. Not once.
