If there was one thing Zarayne should have been good at, it would be Healing. She's spent her entire life watching her mother tend to the sick and the injured. Sometimes she would use the One Power, sometimes natural ointments and unctures. She certainly didn't have a talent for it – not in the way the Indigos used the term – but she'd been taking formal lessons from the Yellows atop what she saw her mother do.
"Yes, I can," she replied with a certainty that wasn't entirely borne from experience. She was grateful just to be away from the Trollocs, although 'away' simply meant not engaging with them directly. The defensive circle re-centred around the Commander and the Accepted as the latter drew upon all five elements of the One Power.
For flesh and bone, Earth became the foundation upon which the weave was based. Green lines wrapped around the Shienaran's upper arm, snaking like the climbing vines Zarayne had seen in the Tower's gardens. Looping around those vines were threads of Air and Spirit, interspersed evenly and equally. Separate to the mesh, the Accepted formed a ring of Fire and Water above the wound. Tugging on the threads, the mesh tightened around Marwen's upper arm and shoulder as the ring pressed into his open flesh.
It looked like it should have hurt, pressing a ring of fire into the man's arm whilst constricting the muscles with bonds of Earth. Instead it had the opposite effect. The combination of the two weaves knitted together muscle and bone whilst reattaching the severed ends of the blood vessels. There was still a lot of blood after the light of saidar faded away, but Marwen's injury was gone. All that remained was the sight of goosepimples running across his flesh.
"I think I was meant to ask permission," Zarayne mumbled as she rose back to her feet and started to form a different sort of weave.
"Yes, I can," she replied with a certainty that wasn't entirely borne from experience. She was grateful just to be away from the Trollocs, although 'away' simply meant not engaging with them directly. The defensive circle re-centred around the Commander and the Accepted as the latter drew upon all five elements of the One Power.
For flesh and bone, Earth became the foundation upon which the weave was based. Green lines wrapped around the Shienaran's upper arm, snaking like the climbing vines Zarayne had seen in the Tower's gardens. Looping around those vines were threads of Air and Spirit, interspersed evenly and equally. Separate to the mesh, the Accepted formed a ring of Fire and Water above the wound. Tugging on the threads, the mesh tightened around Marwen's upper arm and shoulder as the ring pressed into his open flesh.
It looked like it should have hurt, pressing a ring of fire into the man's arm whilst constricting the muscles with bonds of Earth. Instead it had the opposite effect. The combination of the two weaves knitted together muscle and bone whilst reattaching the severed ends of the blood vessels. There was still a lot of blood after the light of saidar faded away, but Marwen's injury was gone. All that remained was the sight of goosepimples running across his flesh.
"I think I was meant to ask permission," Zarayne mumbled as she rose back to her feet and started to form a different sort of weave.