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- I found Hearth’s hand and made sign letters against his palm so he wouldn’t panic: HEAL YOU. BE STILL.
- Then I put both my hands on his broken ankle. I called on the power of Frey. Warmth blossomed in my chest and spread down my arms. My fingers glowed with a soft golden light, pushing back the darkness. I could feel the bones in Hearthstone’s ankle knitting together, the swelling subsiding, his circulation returning to normal.
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