The warm glow slid over Rhys' body in a constant wash, making the rest of the room seem dim by comparison. Little by little, the remaining dark spots on his skin faded until the last one finally disappeared.
His skin returned to a healthy, unbroken state, smooth and clean, better than before.
Grace's light began to dim, the glow thinning as it drew back into Adyr. He pulled his hand away and loosened his fingers with a slow movement, like he had been holding tension there for days.
"You old man made me waste my precious time," he muttered, a low chuckle slipping out. The humor was still there, but it sounded worn, like it had to push through exhaustion to surface.
His crimson eyes looked strained. Sweat clung to his messy red hair, and slow drops kept sliding from his forehead.
