Still a bit dazed, Rowan stared down at the crimson gash that began in the tender skin near the inside of his elbow and ended in the fleshy base of his thumb. His entire palm was wet with blood, and from what he could tell, he'd just smeared it all over his face.
The throbbing of his headache subsided, and the sting of the cut took its place.
After a closer look, he could tell it wasn't deep, but it was still bleeding steadily, bright red rivulets clinging to his freckled skin before dripping in wet pearls onto his lap.
Rowan sighed. His sleeve was completely torn, and now his pants were stained, too. Apparently it was possible to ruin his clothing even when they were covered in illusion to make them look completely different.
He turned his attention back to the warped piece of reality. Ozul was right. It did appear to be stable, but that didn't mean he wanted to waste time letting Nicasi heal his injury first.
