[Galadriel]
[Veron]
Mikoto raised his right hand, hovering inches above the head of an injured woman. Like the rest, she too was outfitted in a bleak white uniform. Her injuries consisted of a missing right eye and two missing fingers on her left hand, along with various small gashes and marks littering her body. He wanted to take time to heal everyone, meaning getting rid of infection and making sure the missing eyes and limbs he restored functioned properly and were well adjusted.
So he was given a room, which barely had anything in it. He healed most one by one, sometimes more if they were not too injured. For now, he focused on the woman kneeling in front of him, a green light radiated from his palm. Engulfing the woman in a warm and comfortable feeling, the gashes and marks disappeared from her body, mending. Her right eye was next, each part of the eye slowly coming into existence.
