Any prior insecurity or disbelief in the power or ability August had vanished, it had no bearing on this moment right now with Graeme's limp head cradled in her arms. Without hesitation or restraint, she became the healing energy around her. She didn't even need to concentrate. The healing light flowed into her as if that was what it had always done.
All that mattered was Graeme now. She could feel the current of healing passing through her hands into his body. It lingered over his head and down his spine, lighting its way toward making him whole again. And as it did, she sent him the eternal well of love that she had for him. It was that well of love that fueled this ability within her—it wasn't hers alone. She was made stronger, she was made brighter and fuller in her innermost being because she was inextricably woven together with him.
She wouldn't let that die. Not here. Not now. It wasn't going to happen.
