The moment he touched her, Peter felt the ache of the bruises. There was even a fracture or two - these were quickly mended in a burst of warm energy, the power activating in an instant. He had taken to using his gifts sparingly in her presence, particularly during their time on the island, but with her unspoken acceptance, there was no more need for that.
Her pain, and the reasons for it, were quickly healed. His smile deepened, glad to be able to give her that much. He leaned in closer, resting his forehead against hers for a moment, and then they were standing in the hall just outside John Preston's door. Peter raised his chin and pressed his lips on the spot his head had just been resting.