Varian catches the sword being formed out of the corner of his eye and shifts the hand on Fern's neck to his shoulder- effectively pinning him down. Or...you know, trying to. In theory. He's still a tiny stick boy and Fern could very easily shove him off if he wanted to. But Varian wants to do something to stop him from diving headfirst into danger and he's hoping that's enough.

"Stay put, you're hurt! You can't fight like this!"

The Rex is trashing the junkyard and he hears a scrap of metal and wood as she starts chewing the portal, oh that's baaaad. He winces before his attention is drawn to Fern's healing arm. His eyes widen as he looks down at his own hand on the other boy's arm- he pulls it away for a second like he's on fire - and the growing pauses. Varian stares at the hand, before carefully putting it back on Fern's arm, concentrating this time, trying to feel what he's doing.

It's not helped by the thick alchemy glove though- they're great for his work normally but not for anything like this. He takes his hand away again, this time to pull a glove off (with his teeth, because he's still using the other hand to pin Fern down and it doesn't occur to him to use his tail) before putting his hand back where it was. He can feel the grass better now, the stems shifting and growing under his fingertips- healing. He stares at it a moment longer, before finally looking at Fern properly.

"Um- I think I do now?"