She could see how much Nova had changed and how much of him he was keeping hidden from her and the others; the fear, some necromancers usually carry was beginning to awaken in him, for there were no lengths one like him would go to protect the ones they held dear.
Nova stepped through the door.
Blood still stained his fingers. Her gaze flicked to it and he noticed. Without a word, he raised his hand and the cold flame swept across his skin, purifying the blood in an instant. It vanished into soft white embers.
When he lowered it again, he offered her a small smile.
It was not wide, nor was it fake; it was just… there.
"You're alright," he said softly, stepping closer. "They didn't touch you."
She didn't speak, but she gave a small nod, eyes never leaving him, since she could see that all of this was him showing how much she meant to him and how much he cared, even if he himself may not realize any of that as yet.
