Seated across from me at the table, my hand cradled in both of his, Ehelar sends a cool wash of magic through my hand and up my arm. At once, the pain eases. I can feel my jaw aching from how tight I’ve been clenching it, can feel the constant low throb of my ankle. I close my eyes and breathe slowly and let him work.
Magic can encourage the body; it can be used to seal wounds shut; it can help burn an infection away or remind flesh how to knit itself together. All of which I desperately need. It can only push the body so far, however. Some things still require time and slow healing. I’ve no doubt my hand will require both.
Ehelar’s touch is gentle as he cleanses my wound first with water and then with magic. My flesh and muscle shift as he knits them together, then the skin above them a
