[ Well, she did see Henry's memories. Even if he wasn't the one getting blown up that time, she can't imagine someone who seems so used to war and fighting has never had his share of injuries.
In any case, once she's holding his hand in hers, Yako squints down at it, trying to decide how she'd like to go about it. Inspiration strikes, and she reaches up to unfasten the red, grin-shaped clip in her hair. Holding it so one of the corners points down, she concentrates, moving it in the air over Henry's hand and murmuring inaudibly.
It takes a moment or two to kick in, but motes of light begin to manifest in the air and drift idly down onto Henry's skin, attracted to the lacerations in his skin. Once they've covered it completely, they start to sink in. It's a sensation not entirely unlike someone applying a hot compress, and once they're gone, the broken skin will be pinkish and tender, but unmistakably healed. ]
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In any case, once she's holding his hand in hers, Yako squints down at it, trying to decide how she'd like to go about it. Inspiration strikes, and she reaches up to unfasten the red, grin-shaped clip in her hair. Holding it so one of the corners points down, she concentrates, moving it in the air over Henry's hand and murmuring inaudibly.
It takes a moment or two to kick in, but motes of light begin to manifest in the air and drift idly down onto Henry's skin, attracted to the lacerations in his skin. Once they've covered it completely, they start to sink in. It's a sensation not entirely unlike someone applying a hot compress, and once they're gone, the broken skin will be pinkish and tender, but unmistakably healed. ]