As Maxine recited the ancient words, a faint, shimmering light enveloped her hands and the poultice. She felt a strange surge of energy pass through her, a sensation she hadn't experienced in years. The room seemed to respond to her words, as if nature itself was acknowledging her plea.
She repeated her words two more times and the silver light that had brightened around her hands and on his bleeding chest began to dissappear.
Warmth spread through her fingers and she felt the cold body her hands were on turn warm instead, reassuring her of her successful attempt.
The poultice infused with her healing incantation, began to emit a soft, soothing warmth. Maxine's hands hovered over Sullivan's wound, the energy flowing from her fingers into his body. She could feel the magic working, knitting the torn tissues back together.
