The pain must have been very great if it'd brought her to tears. And without his ability, she'd likely be dead or dying thanks to one bad move in a spar. The wraith nodded with a quiet grunt and tugged her shirt down until enough of her chest was exposed for him to place his palm on the skin.

Like before, slight pinch, and then the rush of the enzyme filling her bloodstream. First the pain started to melt away, followed by her internal injuries.

When he'd given what he deemed enough, he withdrew his hand. "Better?" he asked