Her fingers brushed against the rough, uneven stitches crisscrossing his lips. "Bastards." she murmured, half to herself. Loki said nothing. How could he? The pain was unbearable even in stillness. "I don't know what I can do, but I can try."
He nodded his understanding and braced himself for the hurt. Sayrah took a deep breath and began to chant a spell under her breath. She waved her hand over his face, gently resting on his mouth. The thread slowly began to dissolve underneath her fingertips the longer she spoke. His blood trickled down from the remaining wounds, staining the cloth she pressed to them. "Better?"
He nodded.
"Good." She wrung out the cloth and dabbed it over the closing injury. "I would give you a lecture but you probably wouldn't listen."
He made a protesting sound.
"No. Don't speak. Not yet." Sayrah said a few more healing words. "Close your eyes. You don't want to see the next part."
He obeyed. She wiped the last bit of blood from his face. The last traces of his punishment vanished, leaving him with no sign of it save for small scars around his mouth. Sayrah hesitated, summoning her courage. She stood up on her tiptoes and stretched to meet his lips with hers. A light quick kiss. Loki's eyes flew open.
"That- that wasn't part…" he faltered.
"Was it?" She handed him the cloth and winked. "See you tomorrow." She turned on her heel and left the room with a flourish of her cape.