He sighed and let the healing magic surrounding his hands dissipate. With a last look at Killer's sleeping form he exited said skeletons room and continued down the hall.

Killer had messed up during a mission and had been punished rather harshly by that thing. The damage caused had sipped a large portion of the magic reserve he had available in order to heal, and that was even after Cross and Dust had tried to heal their comrade before going to bed. Unfortunately, neither of them were particularly skilled with healing magic so they had only been able to make sure Killer would not 'bleed out'.

He could not blame them for their lack of skill in healing magic, it took a lot of practice and dedication to get remotely skilled in it. Something no one of them had, they had never had any need of it before.

As luck would have it, he himself had lived a life were he had reasons to practice healing and enough motivation to stay dedicated. With so much time on his own while Dream's time was occupied by the villagers he had more then enough time to practice. And because of the villagers barely hidden hostility towards him, he had more then enough motivation to stay dedicated. 
His skill in magic healing was rather superb if he said so himself. It was one of the only things that was still his own, after all the abomination had no use for healing magic.

Breaking himself out of his train of thought, he stopped right outside Cross' room.

'Should he heal Cross as well?'

The only injury he had seen Cross have was a slash wound on his right shoulder. Cross could have easily healed himself, if he had not used up all his energy trying to heal Killer.

The monochrome skeleton was too caring for his own good sometimes. He could still freshly remember the punishment Cross had been given after the Thing found him talking to Dream in a friendly manner. It had been so bad that Cross likely only survived because of X-Chara.

With a sigh he entered. He might as well do it now that he was already here.

Before he could change his mind he was beside Cross' bed, hands glowing with healing magic. Out of all of them, Cross was the one that interessted him the most. If he ever gathered the currage to talk to any of the mansion's residens, Cross would be it.
That was not because he thought Cross was the most sane out of them, even if that could be debated for. After all, nobody could stay completely sane after being issolated for so long, he knew that from personal experience. No, the reason was simple. Cross' type of insanity was the least likely to cause him to kill someone, that was all.

In the back of his mind he stubbornly ignored the voice that insissted that he was drawn to Cross for reasons that he could not put his finger on, and as such did not bother.

He finnished healing Cross and was about to return to his wandering when he was hit with the impuls to wake Cross up and talk to him. When had he last spoken to someone?

Before he could give it much thought, he found himself shaking the other awake.

It was only when Cross groaned and started to wake up that he caught himself. What was he doing?
This was a bad idea, a really bad idea.

He swiftly escaped out the door and down the hallway. Cross woke up, but remained clueless of what had woken him up.