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Malcolm lifts his now healed left hand, looking at one side and then the other.

“There’s not even a mark,” he marvels. “Well, except the one that was already there.” He tilts his hand slightly so Hjerte can see. “Where they put the pin in when I broke my first metacarpal bone.” He tilts his head to look at Hjerte. “I had to get out of shackles to stop this killer from murdering my mother and my sister, but here was the problem: the diameter of the shackles was three inches and the diameter of my hand was five inches. So… I had to make my hand three inches. That’s just math,” he explains sagely. “I think that hungry lizard misunderstood what kind of rat I am in a trap. But I didn’t let him eat my ring.” He tilts his hand another way so Hjerte can see that. “Isn’t it beautiful? Will gave it to me.”

Will leans against Ulla, hugging her close in return.

"I suppose we're lucky that he bled all over everything he could, then," he says. The words are sharp and his eyes flash briefly with a bit of anger- he makes sure not to point it in her direction. "I'll call you directly next time...it's probably too much to hope that there won't be a next time."

He shifts back to look her over, now that the danger has passed. "You said you'd tell me about what happened? You really okay?" He figures she must be, if she could do all that healing, but still...

"It's lovely," Hjerte assures Malcolm, draping a couple tentacles across his shoulders. "Will has good taste in jewelry and in people."

In the meantime, Ulla murmurs to Will, "I'm fine, promise. Hjerte kept me in one piece while he had my throat so I couldn't sing, and then Jedao intervened before any damage could be done besides a sore throat and some bite marks on my tail, both already healed. No real harm. To me, at least. Hjerte knocked out some of his teeth."

"Which mouth?" Malcolm asks Hjerte with interest when Ulla mentions Hjerte knocking out some teeth.

He doesn't look at Hjerte, but the compliments on his 'good taste' cause his worried look to soften. It sounded like Hjerte really saved the day, as well.

"I'm so glad you have him," Will murmurs. "That he could protect you." Since they are no longer wolves. Will cannot be near her constantly, ready to rip the throat out of any threat that comes near her.

He nearly smiles as he adds to the questions. "I assume that was Hjerte's magic that was knocking the teeth out?"

"She throws me away from her if she gets into a close-range fight," Hjerte notes, amused. Clearly no harm came to him from being tossed across the deck.

Ulla nods. "That way at least one of us is free to sing." No regrets on her part either.

And for Malcolm, she adds, "His upper teeth. I think the blood in his eyes distracted him enough to make him let go, so I'm grateful. And really, gnawing on my tail afterwards was hardly worth mentioning. Transformation is considerably more painful and dangerous."

"I stabbed him in the top mouth," Malcolm tells them. "In the top of the top mouth. It made him let go of my arm," he explains, tilting his arm slightly to see where the wounds had been and finding the bloody towel, though his arm is now miraculously clean. He picks it up. "Oh that's where my blood is. No wonder I'm dizzy."

"You lost a lot more than that," Will grumbles. He licks his lips, pausing before continuing. "Ulla used it to help with the healing. But there's even more in the cabin. Been a long time since there was such a mess in there." That was Hannibal's visit, of course.

He thinks for a moment, then adds, "It's possible that all three of us are a little too used to this, by now."

"Can I come home with you and clean it up?" Ulla asks. It's much more practical to let her, and silly for Will to worry about that. "Cleaning spells are easy. I scoured the barnacles from my nursery walls when I was still a baby."

Malcolm looks up at Will. He's mad. ...He's not mad at Malcolm. At least, Malcolm is pretty sure of that.

He's distracted for a moment when Ulla offers to come over and clean up his mess. She's always welcome, of course. He smiles and nods his consent. If it's okay with Will. He looks at Will again.

"Are you going to bite him?" he asks carefully.

Ulla asks and he rubs at his face. Malcolm's okay with it, and so Will nods, too. "That would be great, Ulla. Thanks."

But Malcolm must've noticed his stiffness- or more importantly, why he's holding himself so stiffly. He can practically feel the leash he's holding himself on. He doesn't react to the question for a moment, other than closing his eyes.

"No," he says, deep regret in his voice. "I'm not going to bite him, and I'm not going to stab him. I'm going to call Norton, and I'll...get some details." He knows Norton well enough that the man will understand where he's coming from.

Ulla rests her head against Will's shoulder, giving him a sympathetic squeeze. "Taylor might need to assure herself I'm really in one piece, too. She probably already knows, but is not happy either."

Ulla reaches into her bag, pulling a shrimp from a container of water there and setting it on her shoulder. She murmurs, "I'm alright, sweetheart. Barely hurt and already healed, I promise."

He's still watching Will. Still concerned.

"...You don't have to... not do... anything. I don't... want you to be someone else. I just don't want you to get demoted, either."

Will hasn't seen how Taylor can be, but he can certainly guess how she feels. Her abilities would mean she has to hold back pretty heavily, too. He nods at Ulla's reassuring words, even if they're not for him.

He then looks towards Malcolm, rather like a guilty puppy that got caught chewing up a shoe. It's partially how he's feeling and partially a defense mechanism- better this than going dead silent and angry. "It's not exactly something I can 'dial down', Malcolm," he says with a sad smile. "Better to just...be a good upstanding warden while I'm on board."

Malcolm watches him with half-focused eyes, but not for lack of trying.

He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it, then finally settles on "When can we go home?"

"Anytime," Ulla tells Malcolm, giving Will one more squeeze before she lets him go. "But let Will help you, I don't think you've fully recovered from the blood loss yet. You should eat and drink once we're there. Will can get that while I clean up."

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