Both of you could use some healing, said Delaney. She snapped her finger and a bunch of itty bitty bubbles swarmed around them (Sloan now cradling Anoka in her arms like a baby, Anoka kicking and fuming and pulling Sloan's hair). A second snap, and the bubbles burst. The blood flooded over them, and voila! All wounds cured. All physical wounds, at least.

(Chapter 27)