[Jesse starts at the sound of the knock, even knowing that they were expecting someone. If his feet didn't feel like they were being stabbed with a thousand pins, he might have retreated to the far corner of the room. As it is, the far end of the couch will have to do.
It's Ashraf. It's just Ashraf, Christ. Jesse takes a deep breath and draws the blankets closer around him. Probably the opposite of what he ought to be doing, but since when do magicians need to see exactly what they're healing, anyway? His pulpy, lacerated face is nothing compared to what he's hiding under his clothes, and if he has any luck at all, Ashraf can heal him entirely without undressing him so Steph won't see all the things she's bound to report back to Saul.]
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It's Ashraf. It's just Ashraf, Christ. Jesse takes a deep breath and draws the blankets closer around him. Probably the opposite of what he ought to be doing, but since when do magicians need to see exactly what they're healing, anyway? His pulpy, lacerated face is nothing compared to what he's hiding under his clothes, and if he has any luck at all, Ashraf can heal him entirely without undressing him so Steph won't see all the things she's bound to report back to Saul.]