[The area between them glows, warm golds and green, a sunlit morning and for a moment, he can feel the warmth, the call of new life as vines twine up, flowers bloom, flecks of dew sparkle in the air and the knotted twists of skin under his bandages knit together, raw flesh smoothing into scars, pain easing.
All that in a moment, and then it's gone; Ienzo's hand hovers a moment more before pulling back.]