Gilead's image nodded and Gailin reached into his mind for the one spot that would induce a deep, dreamless release from pain. He slipped away as if night had come into his mind and only the stars – breathing and heartbeat – remained to even indicate he was not as empty as Drake.
Gailin pulled back out of Gilead's now prepared mind and then grounded her own soul before she once again imagined in her mind's eye how that break in his spine actually had happened. It was obvious he had fallen from a great height and several of his damaged ribs had ripped into his liver and spleen. Carefully she used magic movement to nudge the bones out of the organs and sealed them back into place, like the earthquake's terrible chasms had returned to themselves. She saw the free blood pooling in his gut and
