He dunked a cloth in a basin of water sitting on the table. After wringing it out, he gently washed away dirt and dried blood from his face. When through, he placed his hands on the sides of his patient’s head. He closed his eyes, concentrating.
Within moments, Joseph’s burns started healing. The size of the blisters reduced and then disappeared entirely. His blackened skin gradually turned red, then to a light pink. Moments later, the abrasions on his head sealed over with fine lines of scar tissue, and his bruised and swollen lips returned to their normal shape and size.
After removing his hands, the innkeeper examined his work. Satisfied, he nodded. “Joseph?” he called softly.
The man, startled, opened his fear-filled eyes, and sat up.
“Careful, now,” Ezra said, gently pushing him back. “Easy does it. You’re all right now.”
Slowly, he relaxed. The fire in his eyes subsided. “I made it?”
Ezra grinned. “Do I look like an after-spirit?”
The man gazed into his eyes. His attempt at a grin looked more like a wince. “I made it.”
“Yes. It appears you’ve had quite the journey.”
“To Sinespe, I think.”
“No,” Ezra said, chuckling, “you’re still in the land of the living. Can you talk now?”
“I’m much better now, yes. Thank you.”
“You’ll have to thank Kegan. He did the lion’s share of the healing here. I just gave you back your pretty face.”
The man smirked, then grimaced in residual pain. “Thanks. I’d hate to disappoint the ladies.”
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