He holds his hand over Ginko's ribs, and the light grows. He has to concentrate hard, and it shows in the furrow of his brow, but after a moment, the magic begins to work. It won't be long before there's only faint traces of bruising left, and Ginko's ribs will be good as new. Or at least as good as they were before today.
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He holds his hand over Ginko's ribs, and the light grows. He has to concentrate hard, and it shows in the furrow of his brow, but after a moment, the magic begins to work. It won't be long before there's only faint traces of bruising left, and Ginko's ribs will be good as new. Or at least as good as they were before today.
"Better?"