She began to slowly take off her gloves, revealing her hands, which had markings and scars all over them.
"I… have to touch you, for this to work physically. I-if that's okay with you…"
"..."
"Here I go…"
Slowly, she began to press her hands directly against the wounds. He felt her rugged hands press gently as words left her mouth in a soothing tone. The air about what she was chanting felt different as a soft green glow began to surround the area. Dante couldn't help but feel soothed as the pain slowly started to alleviate from the wound. As if the poison was slowly breaking down from the source.
"Piece by piece, bit by bit. Break from the source, and make anew."
"Restituo"
The color began to return to its original state as the poison steadily began to seep from the wounds. As if the spell was dispelling the previous conditions at an accelerated rate, he felt the pain entirely dissipate from his body.
"Iris, your spell–"
He turned to see her squarely focused on his wound as sweat dropped from her forehead, her hands were pressed down on his wound as he noticed the color of them beginning to change to a purplish hue. Her eyes were slowly closing as he realized she was putting her all into removing the poison.
"Stay…still please," she said as her breath had gotten shaky from the spell. Dante grabbed at her hand quickly, realizing what she was putting herself through to get the poison out.
"Hey! Stop that."
"What–"
"You're hurting yourself!"
He quickly moved to sit up as he held a grip on her hands. He inspected them as he looked over them. They were covered with marks and scars, seemingly scarred over time. She looked away and closed her eyes quickly.
"Please, just don't look at them…" she whimpered as her hands began to tremble in the moment. He sighed as he kept her hands in his, letting out a small laugh as she turned back to him.