The two old women looked at each other, then back at him. “Go right ahead,” said Ancient Elm.
“I’m fairly new at this. So we’ll just have to see how it goes,” said Tarkyn, belatedly realising he hadn’t actually tried to heal anyone but himself before. “Now, close your eyes and focus on the injured part. I will send you a little of my esse and you must direct it to the part you want to repair.”
The forest guardian placed a hand on each of their shoulders, closed his eyes and focused down inside himself to the seat of his power. He drew it up and out along his arms, through his hands and into the two bony shoulders. After a minute, Tarkyn opened his eyes and took his hands away.
“How’s that?” he asked hopefully. “Any better?”
The two old woodwomen opened their eyes and experimentally rub
