Bahzell glared at the others. "I'd be appreciating it if you would be silent for a moment. This isn't being as easy as it looks."
Then, he gently cupped Rachel's head in his unoccupied hand, and murmered, "Try not to be moving too much, lass. I hear this is after feeling quite strange.", and focused, shutting out everything but her small, fragile human body. He extended his awareness through her body, feeling the old knife scars on her arms, chest and back, the healed puncture in her thigh, dangerously close to the big artery, and noticed the frequently broken bones, long healed. He saw them, and accepted them, for there was nothing he could do about them. He moved his attention to the burn on her chest, accepting the terrible damage it had done, embracing it, and finishing the healing her body had yet to complete. Only then did he move his attention to her head, where he felt a piece of metal, doubtless embedded there in a long ago battle, and saw the terrible damage to her inner ear.
"All right. I know we're not after doing this kind of thing much, but I'd be appreciating your help all the same. And mayhaps Chesmirsa, if she's willing."
As usual, there were no words from Tomanāk, only the sense of a massive hand on his shoulder... And a wave of assurance through the link that eternally connected him to his god.
With that, he dove into her ears, embracing the damage some titanic noise had caused, in all its horror, and throwing his indomitable, elemental hradani stubbornness into repairing every bit of it he could. As he worked, Rachel's ear canals began to glow with azure light, softly at first, then more intensely, culminating in a bright flash that briefly made her hair appear blue. Amusingly, the same shade as Chloe's.
Bahzell opened his eyes tiredly, and smiled a slightly dopey smile, and exhaustedly asked, "Well then, lass. How's that?"
That said, he promptly collapsed onto the table, falling into an exhausted sleep.
