Not just blindness, then. Even getting stabbed through the leg was apparently not immediately fixable through magic. Or at least, it didn't require magic to fix. Or maybe Valkyrie, as a teenage girl, had just panicked and gone about things the wrong way. Any which way he looked at it, Barney was glad he'd gone down that street when he did.
"Your leg's fine now," he observed quietly. There was a question in there somewhere, but he didn't try to draw it out. He'd promised before he wouldn't ask questions about it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know anyway.
Abruptly realising he'd just been thanked, Barney muttered something along the lines of 'You're welcome' and turned his attention back to the front. Solomon may not give thanks very often, but Barney accepted it even less.
"If you can trust a mortal with your life, you can certainly trust me," Erskine insisted. "No offence, Barney. The most I'll give you is a couple of bruises. But glee shows up in my soul?" Far from sounding offended or embarrassed, Erskine's tone was mostly dumbfounded, with a mix of interest thrown in. "Is there anything that doesn't show up in the soul? Can you see peoples' thoughts?"
Mortal. Huh. Barney debated asking just how old Erskine was, and then decided that was something else he didn't want to know. Magic was sending him off on a loop, it really was. But it reminded him that Erskine said Solomon liked Allie. Without giving Erskine a chance to continue, Barney slipped out from in front of the wheelchair and took up a spot on Solomon's other side. "What's Allie's soul like?"
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"Your leg's fine now," he observed quietly. There was a question in there somewhere, but he didn't try to draw it out. He'd promised before he wouldn't ask questions about it, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know anyway.
Abruptly realising he'd just been thanked, Barney muttered something along the lines of 'You're welcome' and turned his attention back to the front. Solomon may not give thanks very often, but Barney accepted it even less.
"If you can trust a mortal with your life, you can certainly trust me," Erskine insisted. "No offence, Barney. The most I'll give you is a couple of bruises. But glee shows up in my soul?" Far from sounding offended or embarrassed, Erskine's tone was mostly dumbfounded, with a mix of interest thrown in. "Is there anything that doesn't show up in the soul? Can you see peoples' thoughts?"
Mortal. Huh. Barney debated asking just how old Erskine was, and then decided that was something else he didn't want to know. Magic was sending him off on a loop, it really was. But it reminded him that Erskine said Solomon liked Allie. Without giving Erskine a chance to continue, Barney slipped out from in front of the wheelchair and took up a spot on Solomon's other side. "What's Allie's soul like?"