Danny tried to reassure Carol. "Don't worry, I'm not hitting on you or gonna sing kumbaya or something. Its funky kung-fu stuff. I'm like Yoda. But you know...cool."
He closed his eyes and breathed in slowly. He turned his focus inward, dulling every sensation.
The world became silent and still. There was only the warmth of Carol's hands. Her pulse echoed within him, and his own heart altered its pace to match her own. Slowly, he allowed his chi to flow from his chest, up his arms, through his hands- and into her own.
A flurry of sensations flew at him, but Danny was the calm amid the storm. Her spirit shone before him, and he could see her clearly although his eyes were closed.
There was no foreign presence within her, but her body was alive with possibility. Her muscle and bone stronger than ever before.
She is strong in body and soul...but her mind is scarred.
Danny felt a strange resonance within, and for a moment her spirit was a note- and his own a tuning fork. There was a dark sympathy within them- memories of captivity and horror.
Danny carefully withdrew back into himself, before opening his eyes and sitting back.