The healing light felt like drinking sunshine through his fingers, if sunshine was made of fizzy silver honey that knew how to sing.
Kova watched the silver stuff flow from his hands into Mrs. Silva's tummy where the bad lumps lived. The lumps were scared—he could feel them being scared, like tiny animals that got lost in the dark and forgot which way was home. They were dark purple in his special seeing, like bruises on the inside where nobody could kiss them better. The Moon Mother's light talked to them in a language that didn't have words, just feelings. You don't have to be scary anymore, the light whispered-sang. You can be regular cells. See? Like this.
The healing made his whole body feel tingly-warm, like being wrapped in a blanket made of stars. His fingers buzzed and hummed, a
