Healing

But Indigo was not. There were bruises all along her throat and a gash that bubbled horribly below her jaw, but her eyes were open, and they saw him. He cradled her head gently, taking her talon when she reached for him.
“Such an idiot,” she whispered, wincing as the effort made the gash bleed harder.
“Yes, you are,” he said through his tears, and she managed a smile.
“Told you you weren’t allowed to die,” she said. Her eyes drifted shut.
“Yeah,” he said, “well, neither are you.”
He wrapped his claws around the pearls and whispered, “Heal this dragon and save her life. Please. Please. Please save her life.”
He could feel the struggling, slow flutter of her pulse under his claws; he felt it jump, pause, and then start to beat stronger and steadier.
The pearls glowed warmly for a moment, like little fire-breathing roses.
And then the bruises faded away. The gash in her neck closed up, scales knitting back together. So did the deep lacerations along her side, which he hadn’t even been paying attention to.
Time passed, and then Indigo took a long, shuddering breath and opened her eyes.

Darkstalker C8