ET- Exhaustion Healing Juice

 Sinistro’s physical body slumped on its stone couch, exhausted from sustaining the mind bubble so long, and Electrum and Occulta slumped beside him. Electrum’s right eye slowly opened, and the pulses within it were faint. He raised himself up on one elbow and addressed E.T. “A point about which I want to be absolutely certain—” The dark lord’s other eye opened. “—we’ll each have our own bicycle?”

  “I promise,” said E.T.

  “Excellent.” Electrum’s eyes closed back up, and a faint smile crossed his lips, as he slumped forward again.

  E.T. tended to the old miners, then, putting to the lips of each a tumbler of liquid—the herbal extraction called Voogle Oppep #2, made of an excellent array of vivifying flowers, all lively and bursting with vitality—the Rapidly Ascending Oppep itself, able to climb a hundred yards a day in season; and the five strains of Voogle, whose vine, though slower growing, could, once it had wrapped around a slender tree, bend that tree to the ground, after which it would release its own tap root and it and the tree would spring straight, the Voogle flying off the top and sailing to a new growing site, where it would root once more.

  The extract of these plants glistened now on Sinistro’s lips, and the old miner brightened and straightened, his energy returning in a smooth natural flow, and he started to rise to his feet.

  “You are not altogether restored,” said E.T. “You need this rubbed on your brow,” and with his glowing fingertip he touched a spot of salve to Sinistro’s brow, and then Occulta’s, and Electrum’s. Their ragged, exhausted mental auras responded with a quiver, and reshaped themselves, edges firming up into the proper density. “Much better,” said E.T., examining the three old miners closely. They protested that they were perfectly all right, that they could make giant mental energy enclosures all day and notice no strain, but they were glad of E.T.’s attentions, for no one had tended them in ages; no one had touched their brow, or cared if they wandered alone forever in their caverns, decrepit and dying. No, this little Doctor of Greenery was different, for they could feel his tender concern, and though they were gruff and violent old pirates, they, like all creatures of planets Green and Blue, responded to kindness.

- E.T. The Book of the Green Planet, chapter 12