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[He can't shake the feeling of being wet and grimy when he comes back to himself. What the hell was that? Jo had mentioned something about monsters at home... This is probably what she meant. Nasty shit. It's nothing terribly out of the ordinary for him—in fact, that may as well have been a memory of Counterspell out on a job—but Jo doesn't use magic. She and those guys she was with, they only have guns and... was that salt? Not ideal weaponry, is his point. That's scary.]

Shit, are you okay? I'm sorry.

[He's had shit luck with his magic lately. Amazing timing, as always. He covers his hand with his sleeve to protect against more accidental sharing, and then reaches to help her up. He'll address the whole "I saw your memory" thing in a minute...]