[taking in a breath, she reaches for the power inside of her, and lays her hands on Kate's injury. a soft light blooms from them, and though they're inside, it feels like a light breeze is coming by, bringing fresh air through, wind that gathers to them. a warmth will spread through Kate - the pain erased with it, filling her up, and if she's watching she'll see the bruises lessen and disappear. her ribs, in Emily's mind, being brought back to alignment, reconnecting, growing strong again. things that are broken to be mended, back to how they would be with time, in proper places.
when she senses it's enough, she pulls back. the light and the breeze die down, and the warmth of the healing is left to dissipate. blinking, she removes her hands, studying where the injury was.]
That should do it. Good as new.
[not a trace it was ever there, except in her memory. no need to have to lay in bed in her apartment for any reason other than sleeping in.]
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when she senses it's enough, she pulls back. the light and the breeze die down, and the warmth of the healing is left to dissipate. blinking, she removes her hands, studying where the injury was.]
That should do it. Good as new.
[not a trace it was ever there, except in her memory. no need to have to lay in bed in her apartment for any reason other than sleeping in.]