Healing Grace and Battery

I swallowed around the lump in my throat, then knelt down and held my hands out over both wounds.

“Ἀσκληπιός Ὑγιεία Χρόνος.”

It was like watching an old VHS on rewind. Different, and yet the same as the spell I’d used on Vista, the injured flesh pulled itself together, sealing closed as though it had never happened. The cut that had severed Grace’s arm shrank and vanished, leaving behind only clear, unblemished skin, and the bruised, swollen flesh of Battery’s neck returned to a normal, healthy size and tone as the shattered vertebrae cracked and wove back together.

And as Grace let out a surprised shriek and leapt to her feet and Battery gulped down a sudden breath, I let myself lean back on my haunches, relieved, and released the tension inside of me with a long, deep sigh.

I’d made it in time.