Evara didn't stop him. She couldn't. She had surrendered completely to the "ancestral technique," her cheek resting on the soft fur, her eyes half-open and glazed with a heavy, intoxicating lethargy. She looked at him… sweaty, intense, looming over her in the flickering firelight… and saw only a healer fighting a battle against her pain.
"It hurts," she slurred, her voice thick and syrupy. "But... it feels like the pain is melting into... something else."
Sol leaned down until his chest brushed against her back, his mouth hovering right next to her ear, his breath hot against her damp skin.
"That is the energy releasing," he lied, his voice a rough murmur. "I have to chase the knots down. They hide in the deepest parts of you."
