"It is not for me to judge whether you deserve this pain. You may choose to keep it if you wish but I do not think you would have come to a place of healing of you wanted to endure it further." His voice was gentle, his eyes were kinder than the stillness of his face seemed to allow.
"If you are in trouble perhaps it will be a little easier to managed without this one small thing." He took her hand in his own. They were warm, soft, unmarked. His touch was brief, only a moment, but the effect was complete. The wound, the blood, were gone as if they had never been there. He left a feeling of well-being behind as an unconscious by-product.
He released her hand with a tiny smile. "It is done."