Wooow. All of this without a heal staff... That's talent! Even though it's just a bit weird.

[In place of it is a medium nonetheless: the clip from her hair, that one with the odd shape. In that, it's not so weird to him after all. It's not as though she's performing miracles out of thin air, healing with the touch of her hand and nothing to channel that power. Henry watches it, then the way his skin weaves together under her spell. Magic seems to follow different rules in this dream, and he wonders who conjured it in the first place.

When Yako finishes up, he balls up his fist then stretches his fingers again experimentally, as though testing the elasticity of her handiwork. It passes, and he smiles.]

Thanks a bunch, Yako! That's a big help. Now I don't have to worry about dream infections.