Then I choose to heal now, for your wounds are real and present, and neither of us knows what the next hour might bring.

[She closes her eyes as she approaches him, golden light gathering about her, and gently touches his arm that the magic might work its--well, magic.]

Blessed Stars of life and light...

[As the light moves from her to him, wounds close, bruises fade. A frown flickers across Lunafreya's face as the healing takes more out of her than she expected, but she doesn't complain.]

...Is that better?