[ He extends the hand. The moment her fingertips make contact with his, he lights her up: it's a breathless pain like holy fire, a sudden disorientation of change. He seals the cuts. He wipes away the blood into a gentle film of dust. He mends the damage, and sits back contented once it is done.
It doesn't take longer than a second, and it doesn't look like much of anything except a settle of satisfaction in his shoulders. ]
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[ He extends the hand. The moment her fingertips make contact with his, he lights her up: it's a breathless pain like holy fire, a sudden disorientation of change. He seals the cuts. He wipes away the blood into a gentle film of dust. He mends the damage, and sits back contented once it is done.
It doesn't take longer than a second, and it doesn't look like much of anything except a settle of satisfaction in his shoulders. ]
Little better?