Rubbing a small circle against the webbing between Judas' thumb and forefinger, JC paid little attention to any of the very closely packed couples that sat around them. They mattered so little to him in this moment, despite the love he had for all creation. His mind was focused wholly on just one person right now. Perhaps Judas would feel warmth moving down his arm to any part of him that was sore. Perhaps he would not. These things were touch and go at best when it came to this, but if he had healed that little boy he had shoved off of a roof when he was a child, surely he could heal a few aches and pains.

JC watched Judas' face, accepting the teasing for what it was. "You can leave the more grueling tasks to those with greater capacity for strength. I'll show you have to do some wood burning tomorrow. You can decorate the bench I've been constructing."