“Well,” the healer says to Chan very gently, having set down her wand and speculum and discarded her gloves in the trash. “The good news is that your condition shouldn’t last longer than a week or two. These kinds of spells aren’t meant to be permanent, just… a diversion.”
Chan nods, fast and tight like his head is on a spring, and plays with the ties on his robe with fumbling fingers. The cloth on his skin is too thin and he keeps thinking he hasn’t fastened it all the way, that something is exposed. Maybe if he put on another he’d feel covered.
“What’s the bad news?” he jokes weakly.
Because the healer is kind, she huffs a laugh, which fades into a sympathetic smile. “Well, aside from not being your choice—it’s tricky to reverse. There’s no consensus on the safest way to do it, and mishaps can be serious. We typically recommend waiting if it’s tolerable, but there are other options we can explore.”
“No, it’s okay.” Chan swallows, clenching his thighs. “That’s—thank you, it’s fine.”
The healer watches him and lifts her eyebrows ever so slightly.
“No, seriously, I’m fine,” he insists. He tries to sit up straightish, but maybe just a little slouched, like a normal person casually chatting with their healing mage—What’s the best thing for a sunburn? Any poultices you recommend? And hey, I woke up with a pussy today, is that weird?
almost forgot it’s #fffriday— time for bang chan to start having awkward problems of the temporary pussy variety