"...ah. Yes, that's a good reason. And you just—do this all the time? Cure people?"

"When I'm not at school, yeah. What about the key? Must give you a lot of chances to do good."

"We just got it yesterday—and then Stiles got kidnapped because people thought his father had it," he explains, looking down at his feet guiltily.

Apparently it's hugging time.

"Don't apologize, okay? I'm okay, he's okay. We're fixing this."

He sighs and (with a slight wince due to his burns) hugs back. "Scott—will you be okay?"

"I'll be alright."

"Can the knife do pain? Me and my dad and Deaton can hold pain for you guys, if we split it three ways."

"The burn's pain came with it, I'm not sure how it'd work..."

"I can only take pain if it's attached to something. Trading things after they've started healing can let us cheat a little bit, but not much."

"Okay, but have you experimented at all?"

"No, I've been busy healing people. Let's get going."

He starts to stand.

"Where do you think you're gonna go?"

"I should help."

"Try recovering, then we'll talk."

He lies back down.

Cuddling his knife, apparently.

"We'll keep you posted—do you have a phone?"

He rattles off his number.

Stiles adds it to his phone.

Apparently he's no longer welcoming visitors.

"Should we talk to Deaton next? About other objects that are out there."

"Yes, probably. Do you know where he'd be?"

"He's with my dad right now. We're all sort of taking turns watching out for each other. If I had a way to defend myself it would be easier, but whatever."

"What do you mean?"

Door.

"My dad apparently gets to keep the nail file? Deaton didn't really explain that. They've been cagey. And Deaton has the umbrella."

...does he. Kaede's pretty sure he does not recall giving the Sheriff their nail file. Not that he'll say anything about that. "Well they also have our arsenal, currently, so."

Room and station.

The Sheriff starts when they appear in his office, and stands to shut the door.

"How is she?"

"We'll fix it."