When they were younger, Kayla had once been over dramatic about a paper cut. She'd begged Will to heal it, even sucking up her dignity, and kneeling on the ground in front of her older half brother.
"It burns!" She wailed "Fix it!"
He was enjoying himself. If it had been anything major, he wouldn't have hesitated to help, but a paper cut was one of the most minor of wounds possible, if it were anyone else, they'd be sucking it up like a normal person.
"What's the magic word?"
"Please!"
"Nope."
"Cheese."
"No."
"Crackers?"
"What? No!"
"Well, I don't know. Just fix it!"
"Nope!"
"Are you enjoying watching your sister writhe in pain on the floor?"
"Possibly."
"Will!"