Trahearne set the basket of food on the table, giving Bastien a surprised look. "Now how did that happen? Did you say something that wasn't taken well?" That was just his first guess. He's well aware that Bastien has caused trouble before, but he had also said it was because he was new to Aifaran, and Trahearne had taken him at his word. He wasn't new to the city this time around, though, so he couldn't imagine what the conflict could be about now.

After pulling out a chair for Bastien and ushering him over to it, Trahearne produces one of his green-painted pebbles from out of a leafy pocket, pressing that into Bastien's hand. "I don't think you know how ironic it is to tell that to a necromancer. Here you are. Concentrate on that for a moment." While Trahearne had yet to seriously test the limits of what his Talent could do, something like a bruise would be a simple matter to heal. It was a good thing he didn't usually run out of the rocks he imbued with healing energy.