He's still a bit afraid of touching them, but this close, he musters what strength he has and reaches out with his magic. It feels good just to have again, enough to be worth the effort, and with a bit of sparkle, he brushes his fingers close to a bruised cheek with cold clinging to them. A living ice pack is perhaps the most useful thing he can be. "At least thou didst avoid the memory-stealing. That atop this incident... wears on one."