“I usually imagine it like threads of energy that flow from me to the other person. And then I just imagine where I want it to go and what I want it to do.”
“I thought you said I didn’t have to know what it needs to do?”
“Not specifically, but you don’tjustwant to push energy at someone, although their body might still figure out what to do with it. The more you can focus it, the better. Let’s say you want to heal Molun’s leg, but you can’t heal everything in one go—because you don’t have enough energy or you don’t want to make people suspicious and get caught and killed, for example—then you probably want to be a little more specific. So maybe you want to reduce the pain or make movement easier. Or you want to heal it a little more than it was healed before.” Trill shrugged. “For me, the energy seems to respond to specific ideas like that.”
Perian was nodding, expression making clear that he was thinking about everything Trill had said.
“Do you get to touch me now?” Molun asked hopefully.
Trill laughed and leaned in to press a kiss to Molun’s lips. Molun, of course, grabbed his face and made it a much deeper kiss than Trill had originally intended, but he did let him up eventually.
Then he waggled his eyebrows at Perian. “Your turn!”
Perian leaned in and pressed a kiss to Molun’s forehead. Molun was just starting to pout when Perian leaned his forehead against Molun’s.
“I’m so glad you’re all right,” he whispered.
The teasing fell away, and Molun wrapped his arms around Perian as best he could given that Perian was leaning over his chair.
“I’m so all right. I promise,” Molun told him, and then he huffed a breath. “And you’re clearly fine at this, because it doesn’t ache at all anymore.”
Perian pulled back. “Really? Because I remember some less-than-accurate descriptions from your letters.”
“I didn’t want to worry you when there was nothing that you could do about it,” Molun admitted, a little bit shamefaced. “Especially when you’d already done so much for me.”
“I can never do too much for you,” Perian told him.
“That’s because you’re very sweet,” Molun said with an affectionate smile.
“Shall we try together?” Trill asked.
Perian nodded. “Oh, yes, let’s.”
Molun held out both his hands, and they each took one.
“No aches and pains,” Trill said.
Perian nodded. “Everything mended back to the way it’s supposed to be: bone, blood, muscle, skin, all of it.”
Trill wasn’t sure if he could actually feel Perian’s energy, but he could certainly feel his concentration and focus.
“He wants to dance again,” Trill added.
Perian’s eyes had fallen closed, but he nodded. “He loves to dance.”
Trill felt something that was… almost like a tug, like his own energy was being pulled in by something—or someoneTrill assumed. He let it go.
Trill offered. “And run up the stairs.”
“And run to dinner.”
“And run for cover after he’s dumped water on someone.”
Perian was smiling, even as a furrow of concentration marred his brow.
“And get on all fours for Arvus. I assume he has twice as many reasons now.”
Trill let out a laugh, and a slightly breathless Molun agreed, “I sure do.”
