Isn't it? I've learned all sorts of things since I got here.

[ Flowery healing magic, to start — but Cain's not going to explain that quite yet. Instead, he darts his hand forward, grabbing John by the wrist. His other hand comes up to yank John's sleeve back, exposing more of the discolored skin on John's arm, telltale and unmistakable. ]

But I knew what burn marks looked like before I ever got this brand of magic. You didn't have these the last time we met.

[ He lifts his gaze to John's faze, giving him a steady, expectant stare. Spill. ]